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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519237" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>He fell among Thieves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Ye have robb’d,’ said he, ‘ye have slaughter’d and made an end,<br>Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:<br>What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?’<br>‘Blood for our blood,’ they said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He laugh’d: ‘If one may settle the score for five,<br>I am ready; but let the reckoning stand till day:<br>I have loved the sunlight as dearly as any alive.’<br>‘You shall die at dawn,’ said they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He flung his empty revolver down the slope,<br>He climb’d alone to the Eastward edge of the trees;<br>All night long in a dream untroubled of hope<br>He brooded, clasping his knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He did not hear the monotonous roar that fills<br>The ravine where the Yassîn river sullenly flows;<br>He did not see the starlight on the Laspur hills,<br>Or the far Afghan snows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the April noon on his books aglow,<br>The wistaria trailing in at the window wide;<br>He heard his father’s voice from the terrace below<br>Calling him down to ride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the gray little church across the park,<br>The mounds that hid the loved and honour’d dead;<br>The Norman arch, the chancel softly dark,<br>The brasses black and red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the School Close, sunny and green,<br>The runner beside him, the stand by the parapet wall,<br>The distant tape, and the crowd roaring between,<br>His own name over all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw the dark wainscot and timber’d roof,<br>The long tables, and the faces merry and keen;<br>The College Eight and their trainer dining aloof,<br>The Dons on the daëis serene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He watch’d the liner’s stem ploughing the foam,<br>He felt her trembling speed and the thrash of her screw.<br>He heard the passengers’ voices talking of home,<br>He saw the flag she flew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now it was dawn. He rose strong on his feet,<br>And strode to his ruin’d camp below the wood;<br>He drank the breath of the morning cool and sweet:<br>His murderers round him stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light on the Laspur hills was broadening fast,<br>The blood-red snow-peaks chill’d to a dazzling white;<br>He turn’d, and saw the golden circle at last,<br>Cut by the Eastern height.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘O glorious Life, Who dwellest in earth and sun,<br>I have lived, I praise and adore Thee.’<br>A sword swept.<br>Over the pass the voices one by one<br>Faded, and the hill slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q>
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Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?’
‘Blood for our blood,’ they said.

He laugh’d: ‘If one may set..."></div>
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