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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Call Of Liberty. May 1809</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YE nations of Europe! arising to war,<br>And scorning submission to tyranny's might<br>Oh! follow the track of my bright blazing car,<br>Diffusing a path-way of radiance afar,<br>Dispelling the shadows of night!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, hark! the destroyer has summon'd his band,<br>He waves the proud sceptre, his magical wand;<br>In legions they rush to the field!<br>'Tis the voice of destruction that swells in the storm,<br>The cloud and the tempest envelop his form.<br>O patriots! O heroes! O chiefs of renown!<br>Awake in my cause, and contend for my crown,<br>And vict'ry shall hallow your shield!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! think of your fathers, how nobly they fought!<br>Disdaining each peril, the combat they sought,<br>And round me intrepid they stood!<br>They worshipp'd the beam of my sun-darting eye,<br>Exalted my banner, all-dreadful, on high;<br>'Twas their pillar of glory! and kindling with pride,<br>Around it they conquer'd, around it they died,<br>And ting'd the bright streamer in blood!<br>To you is intrusted the fire-flashing sword,<br>For ages defended, for ages ador'd;<br>The sword that has slumber'd too long!<br>'Tis the weapon of Liberty! sacred its aid,<br>For heav'n, truth, and justice, have hallow'd the blade;<br>Oh! seize it with ecstacy, wield it, ye brave!<br>Oh! seize it to punish, to conquer, to save!<br>Oh, hail it, ye minstrels, in song!<br>Fair, dazzling, unblemish'd, its lustre is pure,<br>For martyrs have died to preserve it secure,<br>And heroes to guard it have bled!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas this that illumin'd the fields of the fight,<br>When the Chief of Vimeira was matchless in might;<br>In lightning effulgence at Baylen it stream'd,<br>At Corunna, the zenith of glory, it beam'd<br>O'er the warrior, the patriot, the dead!<br>O Albion! my throne, and my temple of rest,<br>Fair light of the waves! lovely star of the west!<br>Ever steady, resplendent, the same;<br>Thou shrine of my spirit! thou land of my heart!<br>Where life, inspiration, and hope I impart;<br>Behold where my cynosure brilliant appears,<br>And beams thro' the mist-veil of darkness and tears,<br>To guide thee to conquest and fame!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! thou art my guardian! supreme o'er the sea!<br>Still foremost, undaunted, to combat for me,<br>Thou planet! thou empress of isles!<br>Oh! fearless in danger, awake at my call:<br>Shall the standard, the altar of Liberty, fall?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, never, fair queen! while thy sons of the main,<br>My trophies, my rights, and my banners maintain,<br>And live in the heav'n of my smiles!<br>Ye nations of Europe! all rous'd by alarms,<br>Oh! imitate Albion, the peerless in arms,<br>Who kindles my torch from afar!<br>Her children are mine, an invincible band,<br>My look is the sun-beam that brightens their land!<br>And never, oh! never, that sun-beam shall cease,<br>And ne'er shall the light of my presence decrease,<br>While they follow my bright blazing car!<br>O Austrian warriors! who rise in my cause,<br>Ye fight with my falchion, ye fight for my laws!<br>And your's is the armour of right!<br>Then rush to the battle-field, scorning a fear,<br>And Justice and Freedom shall frown on your spear;<br>In valor, in truth, and in ardor the same,<br>All kindling with energy, breathing with flame,<br>Ye shall conquer—a torrent of might!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The slain shall exult in resigning their breath,<br>They shall smile, they shall burn, they shall triumph in death; <br>And who might not envy their bier?<br>The living, victorious, shall strew o'er their tomb<br>The garlands of conquest, unfading in bloom;<br>And glory's fair Amaranth proudly shall wave,<br>In beauty unsullied adorning their grave,<br>Too bright to be stain'd with a tear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you, brave Iberians! oh! ever disdain,<br>The sword of oppression; and tyranny's chain!<br>Be free, gallant Spaniards, or die!<br>For you, when surrounded by darkness and foes,<br>The day-spring of Freedom in radiance arose:<br>Tho' shadows and clouds may obscure it awhile,<br>Oh! yet it may brighten, oh! yet it may smile,<br>And beam in meridian on high!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But where is the patriot, undaunted and bold,<br>Whose name is immortal, whose deeds are enroll'd<br>On adamant, high in my fame?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Palafox! oft must I weep to recal<br>Thy trophies, my hero! thy fame, and thy fall!<br>Thy sabre was lightning! thy spirit was fire!<br>Thy arm and thy bosom 'twas mine to inspire,<br>Young martyr to glory and Spain!<br>O Heav'n! when he fought undismay'd by my side,<br>Why, why was thine aid, was thine armour deny'd?<br>Were justice and vengeance no more?<br>Yet, yet let me hope that the flame of his soul<br>Will burn in his countrymen, scorning control;<br>The foes of mankind and religion consume,<br>The dark'ning horizon of Europe illume,<br>And the days of her triumph restore!<br>Ye realms and ye nations, your legions unite!<br>Oh! righteous and hallow'd your war!<br>Unfurl the red standard, fair Hope is your light,<br>And this be your watch-word in danger and fight,<br>'O Liberty! thou art our star!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a><div class=q>
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And scorning submission to tyranny's might
Oh! follow the track of my bright blazing car,
Diffusing a path-way of radiance afar,
Dispelling the shadows of night!

And, hark! the destroyer has summon'd his band..."></div>
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