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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396882" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Century Of Garibaldi</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">We who have seen Italia in the throes,<br>Half risen but to be hurled to ground, and now<br>Like a ripe field of wheat where once drove plough<br>All bounteous as she is fair, we think of those<br>Who blew the breath of life into her frame:<br>Cavour, Mazzini, Garibaldi: Three:<br>Her Brain, her Soul, her Sword; and set her free<br>From ruinous discords, with one lustrous aim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That aim, albeit they were of minds diverse,<br>Conjoined them, not to strive without surcease;<br>For them could be no babblement of peace<br>While lay their country under Slavery's curse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The set of torn Italia's glorious day<br>Was ever sunrise in each filial breast.<br>Of eagle beaks by righteousness unblest<br>They felt her pulsing body made the prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wherefore they struck, and had to count their dead.<br>With bitter smile of resolution nerved<br>To try new issues, holding faith unswerved,<br>Promise they gathered from the rich blood shed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In them Italia, visible to us then<br>As living, rose; for proof that huge brute Force<br>Has never being from celestial source,<br>And is the lord of cravens, not of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now breaking up the crust of temporal strife,<br>Who reads their acts enshrined in History, sees<br>That Tyrants were the Revolutionaries,<br>The Rebels men heart-vowed to hallowed life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pure as the Archangel's cleaving Darkness thro',<br>The Sword he sees, the keen unwearied Sword,<br>A single blade against a circling horde,<br>And aye for Freedom and the trampled few.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cry of Liberty from dungeon cell,<br>From exile, was his God's command to smite,<br>As for a swim in sea he joined the fight,<br>With radiant face, full sure that he did well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold a warrior dealing mortal strokes,<br>Whose nature was a child's: amid his foes<br>A wary trickster: at the battle's close,<br>No gentler friend this leopard dashed with fox.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the long roll of History will run<br>The story of these deeds, and speed his race<br>Beneath defeat more hotly to embrace<br>The noble cause and trust to another sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And lo, that sun is in Italia's skies<br>This day, by grace of his good sword in part.<br>It beckons her to keep a warrior heart<br>For guard of beauty, all too sweet a prize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Earth gave him: blessed be the Earth that gave.<br>Earth's Master crowned his honest work on earth:<br>Proudly Italia names his place of birth:<br>The bosom of Humanity his grave.</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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Half risen but to be hurled to ground, and now
Like a ripe field of wheat where once drove plough
All bounteous as she is fair, we think of those
Who blew the breath of life into her frame:
Cavour, Mazzini, G..."></div>
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