<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode To Fortune</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I call,<br>Dwelling at Antium, thou hast power to crown<br>The veriest clod with riches and renown,<br>And change a triumph to a funeral<br>The tillers of the soil and they that vex the seas,<br>Confessing thee supreme, on bended knees<br>Invoke thee, all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of Dacian tribes, of roving Scythian bands,<br>Of cities, nations, lawless tyrants red<br>With guiltless blood, art thou the haunting dread;<br>Within thy path no human valor stands,<br>And, arbiter of empires, at thy frown<br>The sceptre, once supreme, slips surely down<br>From kingly hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Necessity precedes thee in thy way;<br>Hope fawns on thee, and Honor, too, is seen<br>Dancing attendance with obsequious mien;<br>But with what coward and abject dismay<br>The faithless crowd and treacherous wantons fly<br>When once their jars of luscious wine run dry,--<br>Such ingrates they!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fortune, I call on thee to bless<br>Our king,--our Caesar girt for foreign wars!<br>Help him to heal these fratricidal scars<br>That speak degenerate shame and wickedness;<br>And forge anew our impious spears and swords,<br>Wherewith we may against barbarian hordes<br>Our Past redress!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390836" data-title="An Ode To Fortune de Eugene Field" data-description="O Lady Fortune! 't is to thee I call, Dwelling at Antium, thou hast power to crown The veriest clod with riches and renown, And change a triumph to a funeral The tillers of the soil and they that vex the seas, Confessing thee supreme, on bended kn..."></div> </div> </div>

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