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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=396893" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Head Of Bran The Blest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the Head of Bran <br>Was firm on British shoulders, <br>God made a man! <br>Cried all beholders. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steel could not resist <br>The weight his arm would rattle; <br>He, with naked fist, <br>Has brain'd a knight in battle. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He marched on the foe, <br>And never counted numbers; <br>Foreign widows know <br>The hosts he sent to slumbers. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a street you scan, <br>That's towered by the steeple, <br>So the Head of Bran <br>Rose o'er his people. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Death's my neighbour,' <br>Quoth Bran the Blest; <br>'Christian labour <br>Brings Christian rest. <br>From the trunk sever <br>The Head of Bran, <br>That which never <br>Has bent to man! <br>'That which never <br>To men has bowed <br>Shall live ever <br>To shame the shroud: <br>Shall live ever <br>To face the foe; <br>Sever it, sever, <br>And with one blow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Be it written, <br>That all I wrought <br>Was for Britain, <br>In deed and thought: <br>Be it written, <br>That while I die, <br>Glory to Britain! <br>Is my last cry. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Glory to Britain! <br>Death echoes me round. <br>Glory to Britain! <br>The world shall resound. <br>Glory to Britain! <br>In ruin and fall, <br>Glory to Britain! <br>Is heard over all.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burn, Sun, down the sea! <br>Bran lies low with thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burst, Morn, from the main! <br>Bran so shall rise again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow, Wind, from the field! <br>Bran's Head is the Briton's shield. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beam, Star, in the West! <br>Bright burns the Head of Bran the Blest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crimson-footed, like the stork, <br>From great ruts of slaughter, <br>Warriors of the Golden Torque <br>Cross the lifting water. <br>Princes seven, enchaining hands, <br>Bear the live head homeward. <br>Lo! it speaks, and still commands: <br>Gazing out far foamward. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fiery words of lightning sense <br>Down the hollows thunder; <br>Forest hostels know not whence <br>Comes the speech, and wonder. <br>City-Castles, on the steep, <br>Where the faithful Seven <br>House at midnight, hear, in sleep, <br>Laughter under heaven. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lilies, swimming on the mere, <br>In the castle shadow, <br>Under draw their heads, and Fear <br>Walks the misty meadow. <br>Tremble not! it is not Death <br>Pledging dark espousal: <br>'Tis the Head of endless breath, <br>Challenging carousal! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brim the horn! a health is drunk, <br>Now, that shall keep going: <br>Life is but the pebble sunk; <br>Deeds, the circle growing! <br>Fill, and pledge the Head of Bran! <br>While his lead they follow, <br>Long shall heads in Britain plan <br>Speech Death cannot swallow!</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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When the Head of Bran 
Was firm on British shoulders, 
God made a man! 
Cried all beholders. 

Steel could not resist 
The weight his arm would rattle; 
He, with naked fist, 
Has brain'd a knight in battle. 

He marched on the foe, 
And never ..."></div>
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