<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478367" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Ireland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle<br>Sees summer on its verdant pastures smile,<br>Its cornfields waving in the winds that sweep<br>The billowy surface of thy circling deep!<br>Thou tree whose shadow o'er the Atlantic gave <br>Peace, wealth and beauty, to its friendly wave, its blossoms fade,<br>And blighted are the leaves that cast its shade;<br>Whilst the cold hand gathers its scanty fruit,<br>Whose chillness struck a canker to its root. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>I could stand<br>Upon thy shores, O Erin, and could count<br>The billows that, in their unceasing swell,<br>Dash on thy beach, and every wave might seem<br>An instrument in Time the giant's grasp,<br>To burst the barriers of Eternity.<br>Proceed, thou giant, conquering and to conquer;<br>March on thy lonely way! The nations fall<br>Beneath thy noiseless footstep; pyramids<br>That for millenniums have defied the blast, <br>And laughed at lightnings, thou dost crush to nought.<br>Yon monarch, in his solitary pomp,<br>Is but the fungus of a winter day<br>That thy light footstep presses into dust.<br>Thou art a conqueror, Time; all things give way <br>Before thee but the 'fixed and virtuous will';<br>The sacred sympathy of soul which was<br>When thou wert not, which shall be when thou perishest.<br>...</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478367" data-title="To Ireland de Percy Bysshe Shelley" data-description="I. Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle Sees summer on its verdant pastures smile, Its cornfields waving in the winds that sweep The billowy surface of thy circling deep! Thou tree whose shadow o'er the Atlantic gave Peace, wealth and beau..."></div> </div> </div>

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