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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510927" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Broken Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For things we never mention,<br> For Art misunderstood --<br>For excellent intention<br> That did not turn to good;<br>From ancient tales' renewing,<br> From clouds we would not clear --<br>Beyond the Law's pursuing<br> We fled, and settled here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We took no tearful leaving,<br> We bade no long good-byes;<br>Men talked of crime and thieving,<br> Men wrote of fraud and lies.<br>To save our injured feelings<br> 'T was time and time to go --<br>Behind was dock and Dartmoor,<br> Ahead lay Callao!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The widow and the orphan<br> That pray for ten per cent,<br>They clapped their trailers on us<br> To spy the road we went.<br>They watched the foreign sailings<br> (They scan the shipping still),<br>And that's your Christian people<br> Returning good for ill!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God bless the thoughtfull islands<br> Where never warrants come;<br>God bless the just Republics<br> That give a man a home,<br>That ask no foolish questions,<br> But set him on his feet;<br>And save his wife and daughters<br> From the workhouse and the street!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On church and square and market<br> The noonday silence falls;<br>You'll hear the drowsy mutter<br> Of the fountain in our halls.<br>Asleep amid the yuccas<br> The city takes her ease --<br>Till twilight brings the land-wind<br> To the clicking jalousies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Day long the diamond weather,<br> The high, unaltered blue --<br>The smell of goats and incense<br> And the mule-bells tinkling through.<br>Day long the warder ocean<br> That keeps us from our kin,<br>And once a month our levee<br> When the English mail comes in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You'll find us up and waiting<br> To treat you at the bar;<br>You'll find us less exclusive<br> Than the average English are.<br>We'll meet you with a carriage,<br> Too glad to show you round,<br>But -- we do not lunch on steamers,<br> For they are English ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sail o' nights to England<br> And join our smiling Boards --<br>Our wives go in with Viscounts<br> And our daughters dance with Lords,<br>But behind our princely doings,<br> And behind each coup we make,<br>We feel there's Something Waiting,<br> And -- we meet It when we wake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah God! One sniff of England --<br> To greet our flesh and blood --<br>To hear the traffic slurring<br> Once more through London mud!<br>Our towns of wasted honour --<br> Our streets of lost delight!<br>How stands the old Lord Warden?<br> Are Dover's cliffs still white?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 For Art misunderstood --
For excellent intention
 That did not turn to good;
From ancient tales' renewing,
 From clouds we would not clear --
Beyond the Law's pursuing
 We fled, and settled here.

We took no tearful l..."></div>
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