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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=476315" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Odysseus: In Memory Of Arthur Griffith</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You had the prose of logic and of scorn,<br>And words to sledge an iron argument,<br>And yet you could draw down the outland birds<br>To perch beside the ravens of your thought<br>The dreams whereby a people challenges<br>Its dooms, its bounds. You were the one who knew<br>What sacred resistance is in men<br>That are almost broken; how, from resistance used,<br>A strength is born, a stormy, bright-eyed strength<br>Like Homer's Iris, messenger of the gods,<br>Coming before the ships the enemy<br>Has flung the fire upon. Our own, our native strength<br>You mustered up. But I will never say this,<br>Walking beside you, or looking on you,<br>With your strong brow, and chin was like a targe,<br>And eyes that were so kindly of us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sorrow comes as on that August day,<br>With our ship cleaving through the seas for home,<br>And that news coming sparkling through the air,<br>That you were dead, and that we'd never see you<br>Looking upon the state that you had builded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The news that came was like that weight of waters<br>Poured on our hopes! Our navies yet unbuilded,<br>Our city left inglorious on its site,<br>Our fields uncleared, and over<br>Our ancient house the ancient curse of war!<br>And could we pray, touching the island-homeland,<br>Other than this: 'Odysseus, you who laboured<br>So long upon the barren outer sea;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Odysseus, Odysseus, you who made<br>The plan that drove the wasters from the house,<br>And bent the bow that none could bend but you:<br>Be with us still:<br>Your memory be the watcher in our house,<br>Your memory be the flame upon our hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Padraic+Colum">Padraic Colum</a><div class=q>
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And words to sledge an iron argument,
And yet you could draw down the outland birds
To perch beside the ravens of your thought
The dreams whereby a people challenges
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