<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529103" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines to the Memory of Pitt</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh Britain! dear Isle, when the annals of story <br>Shall tell of the deeds that thy children have done, <br>When the strains of each poet shall sing of their glory, <br>And the triumphs their skill and their valour have won. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the olive and palm in thy chaplet are blended, <br>When thy arts, and thy fame, and thy commerce increase, <br>When thy arms through the uttermost coasts are extended, <br>And thy war is triumphant, and happy thy peace; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the ocean, whose waves like a rampart flow round thee, <br>Conveying thy mandates to every shore, <br>And the empire of nature no longer can bound thee, <br>And the world be the scene of thy conquests no more: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Remember the man who in sorrow and danger, <br>When thy glory was set, and thy spirit was low, <br>When thy hopes were o'erturned by the arms of the stranger, <br>And thy banners displayed in the halls of the foe, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stood forth in the tempest of doubt and disaster, <br>Unaided, and single, the danger to brave. <br>Asserted thy claims, and the rights of his master, <br>Preserved thee to conquer, and saved thee to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Babbington+Macaulay">Thomas Babbington Macaulay</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=529103" data-title="Lines to the Memory of Pitt de Thomas Babbington Macaulay" data-description="Oh Britain! dear Isle, when the annals of story Shall tell of the deeds that thy children have done, When the strains of each poet shall sing of their glory, And the triumphs their skill and their valour have won. When the olive and palm in t..."></div> </div> </div>

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