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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478098" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before The Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arise, arise, arise!<br>There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread;<br>Be your wounds like eyes<br>To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead.<br>What other grief were it just to pay? <br>Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they;<br>Who said they were slain on the battle day?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awaken, awaken, awaken!<br>The slave and the tyrant are twin-born foes;<br>Be the cold chains shaken <br>To the dust where your kindred repose, repose:<br>Their bones in the grave will start and move,<br>When they hear the voices of those they love,<br>Most loud in the holy combat above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wave, wave high the banner! <br>When Freedom is riding to conquest by:<br>Though the slaves that fan her<br>Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh for sigh.<br>And ye who attend her imperial car,<br>Lift not your hands in the banded war, <br>But in her defence whose children ye are.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glory, glory, glory,<br>To those who have greatly suffered and done!<br>Never name in story<br>Was greater than that which ye shall have won. <br>Conquerors have conquered their foes alone,<br>Whose revenge, pride, and power they have overthrown<br>Ride ye, more victorious, over your own.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bind, bind every brow<br>With crownals of violet, ivy, and pine:<br>Hide the blood-stains now<br>With hues which sweet Nature has made divine:<br>Green strength, azure hope, and eternity:<br>But let not the pansy among them be;<br>Ye were injured, and that means memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread;
Be your wounds like eyes
To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead.
What other grief were it just to pay? 
Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they;
Who said they were sl..."></div>
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