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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sic Semper Liberatoribus!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As one who feels the breathless nightmare grip<br>His heart-strings, and through visioned horrors fares,<br>Now on a thin-ledged chasm's rock-crumbling lip,<br>Now on a tottering pinnacle that dare<br>The front of heaven, while always unawares<br>Weird monsters start above, around, beneath,<br>Each glaring from some uglier mask of death,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the White Czar imperial progress made<br>Through terror-haunted days. A shock, a cry<br>Whose echoes ring the globe-the spectre's laid.<br>Hurled o'er the abyss, see the crowned martyr lie<br>Resting in peace-fear, change, and death gone by.<br>Fit end for nightmare-mist of blood and tears,<br>Red climax to the slow, abortive years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The world draws breath-one long, deep-shuddering sigh,<br>At that which dullest brain prefigured clear<br>As swift-sure bolt from thunder-threatening sky.<br>How heaven-anointed humblest lots appear<br>Beside his glittering eminence of fear;<br>His spiked crown, sackcloth purple, poisoned cates,<br>His golden palace honey-combed with hates.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well is it done! A most heroic plan,<br>Which after myriad plots succeeds at last<br>In robbing of his life this poor old man,<br>Whose sole offense-his birthright-has but passed<br>To fresher blood, with younger strength recast.<br>What men are these, who, clamoring to be free,<br>Would bestialize the world to what they be?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose sons are they who made the snow-wreathed head<br>Their frenzy's target? In their Russian veins,<br>What alien current urged on to smite him dead,<br>Whose word had loosed a million Russian chains?<br>What brutes were they for whom such speechless pains,<br>So royally endured, no human thrill<br>Awoke, in hearts drunk with the lust to kill?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not brutes! No tiger of the wilderness,<br>No jackal of the jungle, bears such brand<br>As man's black heart, who shrinks not to confess<br>The desperate deed of his deliberate hand.<br>Our kind, our kin, have done this thing. We stand<br>Bowed earthward, red with shame, to see such wrong<br>Prorogue Love's cause and Truth's-God knows how long!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emma+Lazarus">Emma Lazarus</a><div class=q>
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His heart-strings, and through visioned horrors fares,
Now on a thin-ledged chasm's rock-crumbling lip,
Now on a tottering pinnacle that dare
The front of heaven, while always unawares
Weird monsters ..."></div>
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