<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538059" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Greek Partisan</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our free flag is dancing<br>In the free mountain air,<br>And burnished arms are glancing,<br>And warriors gathering there;<br>And fearless is the little train<br>Whose gallant bosoms shield it;<br>The blood that warms their hearts shall stain<br>That banner, ere they yield it.<br>--Each dark eye is fixed on earth,<br>And brief each solemn greeting;<br>There is no look nor sound of mirth,<br>Where those stern men are meeting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They go to the slaughter,<br>To strike the sudden blow,<br>And pour on earth, like water,<br>The best blood of the foe;<br>To rush on them from rock and height,<br>And clear the narrow valley,<br>Or fire their camp at dead of night,<br>And fly before they rally.<br>--Chains are round our country pressed,<br>And cowards have betrayed her,<br>And we must make her bleeding breast<br>The grave of the invader.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not till from her fetters<br>We raise up Greece again,<br>And write, in bloody letters,<br>That tyranny is slain,--<br>Oh, not till then the smile shall steal<br>Across those darkened faces,<br>Nor one of all those warriors feel<br>His children's dear embraces,<br>--Reap we not the ripened wheat,<br>Till yonder hosts are flying,<br>And all their bravest, at our feet,<br>Like autumn sheaves are lying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cullen+Bryant">William Cullen Bryant</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=538059" data-title="The Greek Partisan de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="Our free flag is dancing In the free mountain air, And burnished arms are glancing, And warriors gathering there; And fearless is the little train Whose gallant bosoms shield it; The blood that warms their hearts shall stain That banner, ere they ..."></div> </div> </div>

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