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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355255" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spartan Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I the memory repeat<br>Of the heroic actions great,<br>Which, in contempt of pain and death,<br>Were done by men who drew their breath<br>In ages past, I find no deed<br>That can in fortitude exceed<br>The noble boy, in Sparta bred,<br>Who in the temple ministered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>By the sacrifice he stands,<br>The lighted incense in his hands.<br>Through the smoking censer's lid<br>Dropped a burning coal, which slid<br>Into his sleeve, and passëd in<br>Between the folds even to the skin.<br>Dire was the pain which then he proved;<br>But not for this his sleeve he moved,<br>Or would the scorching ember shake<br>Out from the folds, lest it should make<br>Any confusion, or excite<br>Disturbance at the sacred rite.<br>But close he kept the burning coal,<br>Till it eat itself a hole<br>In his flesh. The standers by<br>Saw no sign, and heard no cry,<br>Of his pangs had no discerning,<br>Till they smelled the flesh a-burning.<br>All this he did in noble scorn,<br>And for he was a Spartan born.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Young student, who this story readest,<br>And with the same thy thoughts now feedest,<br>Thy weaker nerves might thee forbid<br>To do the thing the Spartan did;<br>Thy feebler heart could not sustain<br>Such dire extremity of pain.<br>But in this story thou mayst see,<br>What may useful prove to thee.<br>By his example thou wilt find,<br>That to the ingenuous mind<br>Shame can greater anguish bring<br>Than the body's suffering;<br>That pain is not the worst of ills,<br>Not when it the body kills;<br>That in fair religion's cause,<br>For thy country, or the laws,<br>When occasion due shall offer,<br>'Tis reproachful not to suffer.<br>If thou shouldst a soldier be,<br>And a wound should trouble thee,<br>If without the soldier's fame<br>Thou to chance shouldst owe a maim,<br>Do not for a little pain<br>On thy manhood bring a stain;<br>But to keep thy spirits whole,<br>Think on the Spartan and the coal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Lamb">Charles Lamb</a><div class=q>
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Of the heroic actions great,
Which, in contempt of pain and death,
Were done by men who drew their breath
In ages past, I find no deed
That can in fortitude exceed
The noble boy, in Sparta bred,
Who in the temple ministere..."></div>
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