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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409875" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ares God of War</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">UNDER the stars the armies lie asleep:<br>Between the lines a quiet river flows<br>Through brakes of honeysuckle, and of rose,<br>And fields where poppies droop in languor deep:<br>The night as with a mantle now enfolds<br>The muffled forms upon the pasture low;<br>The scent of thyme comes down across the wolds,<br>And on the roses of the dark hedgerow<br>The summer starlight falls in flakes of silver snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here, from the wooded haunt of nymph and fawn,<br>The hidden guns peer forth across the hills,<br>Their wheels are on the trampled daffodils,<br>And so they wait the coming of the dawn.<br>In dappled shadows, where the fairy weaves<br>On grasses tall his web of sparkling lace,<br>The gunners lie, their heads upon the sheaves:<br>White falls the moon on many a sunburnt face,<br>That ere the day shall feel another God's embrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Among the barrows of the sunken plain,<br>Where sleep the soldiers of another day,<br>On misty meadow and on upland gray,<br>On many eyes, that close but once again,<br>The peaceful earth her benediction throws,<br>The waves of healing music from the streams,<br>That though the willows softly comes, and goes ;<br>And now the face of all the country seems<br>A mirror consecrated to an army's dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From far away is borne a woman's pray'r<br>To Ares, restless in his iron crown :<br>'Sleep, Ares, Sleep ! For, once the dice are thrown,<br>Empires to thee are leaves upon the air !<br>Ere all the homes go smoking to the skies,<br>And men are swept upon the battle-blast,<br>Ere all the tears are wept from women's eyes,<br>O Queen of Love, hold now the Lover fast,<br>And let him taste eternal anodyne at last !'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But with the dawn there comes a soldier's song:<br>'When all the guns have fired their last salute,<br>And the tongues of all the world are mute,<br>And life is dearer than to right a wrong,<br>Then may he weary of his burnng wine,<br>And rest forever in the arms divine<br>Of Aphrodite passionate and pale-<br>But Hark ! He comes ! Hail, Ares ! Lord of Thunder, Hail !</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He rides above the ocean and the snow,<br>His trail is on the curtain of the skies :<br>Brighter than dawn, his young eternal eyes<br>Shine in the eyes of Valour far below :<br>Now Mammon hides beneath his trembling halls,<br>While Honour marches singing into war ;<br>On strange forgotten hearts a radiance falls,<br>As ever nearer, burning from afar,<br>The sword of Ares gleams above the morning star.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The other gods are weaker ; thou alone<br>Dost break the king and bend the emperor's knee:<br>Lower than unto Christ they bow to thee,<br>Lord of the slave, and guardian of the free,<br>Steel-hearted Ares, shaker of the throne ;<br>Young god of battle, restless lover, hail !<br>For, once a man has seen thine eyes aflame,<br>And mounted on the horses of the gale,<br>Death is a nothing, life an empty name:<br>Arise and lead us ere our blood be tame,<br>O lord of thunder, Arcs of the crimson mail !'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Herbert+Asquith">Herbert Asquith</a><div class=q>
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Between the lines a quiet river flows
Through brakes of honeysuckle, and of rose,
And fields where poppies droop in languor deep:
The night as with a mantle now enfolds
The muffled forms upon the pasture low;..."></div>
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