<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Green Mountain Boys</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here we halt our march, and pitch our tent<br>On the rugged forest ground,<br>And light our fire with the branches rent<br>By winds from the beeches round.<br>Wild storms have torn this ancient wood,<br>But a wilder is at hand,<br>With hail of iron and rain of blood,<br>To sweep and waste the land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How the dark wood rings with voices shrill,<br>That startle the sleeping bird;<br>To-morrow eve must the voice be still,<br>And the step must fall unheard.<br>The Briton lies by the blue Champlain,<br>In Ticonderoga's towers,<br>And ere the sun rise twice again,<br>The towers and the lake are ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fill up the bowl from the brook that glides<br>Where the fireflies light the brake;<br>A ruddier juice the Briton hides<br>In his fortress by the lake.<br>Build high the fire, till the panther leap<br>From his lofty perch in flight,<br>And we'll strenghten our weary arms with sleep<br>For the deeds of to-morrow night.</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=538060" data-title="The Green Mountain Boys de William Cullen Bryant" data-description="I. Here we halt our march, and pitch our tent On the rugged forest ground, And light our fire with the branches rent By winds from the beeches round. Wild storms have torn this ancient wood, But a wilder is at hand, With hail of iron and rain of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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