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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478248" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Leaving London For Wales</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind<br>Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,<br>Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,<br>And tightening the soul's laxest nerves to steel;<br>True mountain Liberty alone may heal <br>The pain which Custom's obduracies bring,<br>And he who dares in fancy even to steal<br>One draught from Snowdon's ever sacred spring<br>Blots out the unholiest rede of worldly witnessing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And shall that soul, to selfish peace resigned, <br>So soon forget the woe its fellows share?<br>Can Snowdon's Lethe from the free-born mind<br>So soon the page of injured penury tear?<br>Does this fine mass of human passion dare<br>To sleep, unhonouring the patriot’s fall, <br>Or life’s sweet load in quietude to bear<br>While millions famish even in Luxury’s hall,<br>And Tyranny, high raised, stern lowers on all?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, Cambria! never may thy matchless vales<br>A heart so false to hope and virtue shield;<br>Nor ever may thy spirit-breathing gales<br>Waft freshness to the slaves who dare to yield.<br>For me!...the weapon that I burn to wield<br>I seek amid thy rocks to ruin hurled,<br>That Reason’s flag may over Freedom’s field,<br>Symbol of bloodless victory, wave unfurled,<br>A meteor-sign of love effulgent o’er the world.<br>...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do thou, wild Cambria, calm each struggling thought;<br>Cast thy sweet veil of rocks and woods between,<br>That by the soul to indignation wrought<br>Mountains and dells be mingled with the scene;<br>Let me forever be what I have been,<br>But not forever at my needy door<br>Let Misery linger speechless, pale and lean;<br>I am the friend of the unfriended poor,--<br>Let me not madly stain their righteous cause in gore.</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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Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel,
Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind,
And tightening the soul's laxest nerves to steel;
True mountain Liberty alone may heal 
The pain which Cust..."></div>
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