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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Conqueror</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the Prussian, the forsworn,<br>By whose fury overborne,<br>Martyred Belgium, you lie<br>Bruised with all injury.<br>Through your peace red paths he clove,<br>Burning, slaying, making spoil<br>Of your shining treasure-trove,<br>Ancient wisdom, beauty, toil;<br>Drenching hearth and shrine and sod<br>With the blood that cries to God.<br>Futile all that savage force.<br>Time in his aeonian course<br>Still shall clarion your fame.<br>Yours the triumph;his the shame.<br>On your honor he made war,<br>But his guns have battered down<br>Only forts. Inheritor<br>Of unparalleled renown,<br>Belgium, your name shall be<br>Brighter than Thermopylæ.<br>None could scorn you, had you said:<br>'Hopeless are the odds, and dread<br>Will the fiery vengeance fall<br>On our homes. In vain we call<br>For help that still delays. We yield.'<br>But unflinching from your fate,<br>Up you flung your slender shield,<br>Bore the onset, held the gate<br>For the priceless hour, and saved<br>Liberty, yourself enslaved.<br>No; thrust down to serfdom, still<br>Your unmasterable will,<br>Your high fortitude and faith<br>Outwear exile, anguish, death.<br>On his strip of coast your king<br>Holds your glorious flag unfurled;<br>Your great priest, unfaltering,<br>Peals the truth across the world.<br>With your neck beneath the sword,<br>You are victor, you are lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Lee+Bates">Katharine Lee Bates</a><div class=q>
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By whose fury overborne,
Martyred Belgium, you lie
Bruised with all injury.
Through your peace red paths he clove,
Burning, slaying, making spoil
Of your shining treasure-trove,
Ancient wisdom, beauty, toil;
Drenchi..."></div>
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