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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392125" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Holy Russia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">CROUCHED in the terrible land,<br>The circle of pitiless ice,<br>With frozen bloody feet<br>And her pestilential summer's<br>Fever-throb in her brow,<br>Look, in her deep slow eyes<br>The mists of her sleep of faith<br>Stir, and a gleam of light,<br>The ray of a blood-red sun,<br>Beams out into the dusk.<br>From far away, from the west,<br>From the east, from the south, there come<br>Faint sweet breaths of the breeze<br>Of plenteous warmth and light.<br>And she moves, and around her neck<br>She feels the iron-scaled Snake<br>Whose fangs suck at the heart<br>Hid by her tattered dress,<br>By her lean and hanging teat.<br>Russia, O land of Faith,<br>O realm of the ageless Slav,<br>O oppressed one of eternity,<br>This darkest hour is the hour,<br>The hour of the coming dawn!<br>Europe, the rank, the corrupt,<br>Lies stretched out at your feet.<br>Turkey, India, lo all,<br>East and south, it is yours!<br>Years, years ago a Nation,<br>Oppressed as you are oppressed,<br>Burst her bonds and leaped out,<br>A volcanic sea-wave of fire,<br>Quenched at last but in blood,<br>Though not before the red spray<br>Dashed the Pyramids, the Escurial,<br>Rome, and your own grey Kremlin.<br>That was the great sea-wave<br>Of a nation that disbelieved,<br>Of a nation that had not faith!<br>What shall the sea-wave be,<br>Of this race of eternal belief,<br>This nation of passionate faith!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+William+Lauderdale+Adams">Francis William Lauderdale Adams</a><div class=q>
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The circle of pitiless ice,
With frozen bloody feet
And her pestilential summer's
Fever-throb in her brow,
Look, in her deep slow eyes
The mists of her sleep of faith
Stir, and a gleam of light,
The ray of a blood-re..."></div>
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