<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395422" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bullfinch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why do you strike up songs military <br>Fife-like, o, bullfinch, my friend?<br>Who'll take the lead in our fight with Hell's forces?<br>Who will command us? What Hercules?<br>Where is Suvorov, strong, swift and fearless?<br>Now Northern thunder lies dead in the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who will ride fiery, ahead of the legions,<br>Nag for a steed, and crusts for meal,<br>Temper his sword in the heat and in ice storms,<br>Sleep on straw pallets, labor 'til dawn,<br>Bring down the armies, the walls and the forts <br>With but a handful of stout Russian men?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who will excel in unwavering courage,<br>Conquering fate with a prayer and with faith,<br>Evil with bayonets, envy with jests?<br>Capturing scepters, remaining a slave,<br>Who will keep striving for valor alone,<br>Live for our Tsars, while consuming himself?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glorious heroes like this one are gone now<br>Bullfinch cease singing your songs military!<br>Music of war brings us no more enjoyment.<br>Sad laments everywhere sound from the lyres:<br>Heart of a lion and wings of an eagle <br>Now and forever gone-how will we fight?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gavril+Romanovich+Derzhavin">Gavril Romanovich Derzhavin</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=395422" data-title="The Bullfinch de Gavril Romanovich Derzhavin" data-description="Why do you strike up songs military Fife-like, o, bullfinch, my friend? Who'll take the lead in our fight with Hell's forces? Who will command us? What Hercules? Where is Suvorov, strong, swift and fearless? Now Northern thunder lies dead in the ..."></div> </div> </div>

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