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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396775" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Milton--December 9, 1608: December 9, 1908</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What splendour of imperial station man,<br>The Tree of Life, may reach when, rooted fast,<br>His branching stem points way to upper air<br>And skyward still aspires, we see in him<br>Who sang for us the Archangelical host,<br>Made Morning, by old Darkness urged to the abyss;<br>A voice that down three centuries onward rolls;<br>Onward will roll while lives our English tongue,<br>In the devout of music unsurpassed<br>Since Piety won Heaven's ear on Israel's harp.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The face of Earth, the soul of Earth, her charm,<br>Her dread austerity; the quavering fate<br>Of mortals with blind hope by passion swayed,<br>His mind embraced, the while on trodden soil,<br>Defender of the Commonwealth, he joined<br>Our temporal fray, whereof is vital fruit,<br>And, choosing armoury of the Scholar, stood<br>Beside his peers to raise the voice for Freedom:<br>Nor has fair Liberty a champion armed<br>To meet on heights or plains the Sophister<br>Throughout the ages, equal to this man,<br>Whose spirit breathed high Heaven, and drew thence<br>The ethereal sword to smite.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Were England sunk<br>Beneath the shifting tides, her heart, her brain,<br>The smile she wears, the faith she holds, her best,<br>Would live full-toned in the grand delivery<br>Of his cathedral speech: an utterance<br>Almost divine, and such as Hellespont,<br>Crashing its breakers under Ida's frown,<br>Inspired: yet worthier he, whose instrument<br>Was by comparison the coarse reed-pipe;<br>Whereof have come the marvellous harmonies,<br>Which, with his lofty theme, of infinite range,<br>Abash, entrance, exalt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We need him now,<br>This latest Age in repetition cries:<br>For Belial, the adroit, is in our midst;<br>Mammon, more swoln to squeeze the slavish sweat<br>From hopeless toil: and overshadowingly<br>(Aggrandized, monstrous in his grinning mask<br>Of hypocritical Peace,) inveterate Moloch<br>Remains the great example.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homage to him<br>His debtor band, innumerable as waves<br>Running all golden from an eastern sun,<br>Joyfully render, in deep reverence<br>Subscribe, and as they speak their Milton's name,<br>Rays of his glory on their foreheads bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Meredith">George Meredith</a><div class=q>
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The Tree of Life, may reach when, rooted fast,
His branching stem points way to upper air
And skyward still aspires, we see in him
Who sang for us the Archangelical host,
Made Morning, by old Darkness urged ..."></div>
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