Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Man Forsworn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who draws to-day the unrighteous sword?<br>Behold him stand, the Man Forsworn,<br>The warrior of the faithless word,<br>The pledge disowned, the covenant torn,<br>Who prates of honour, truth, and trust,<br>Ere he profanes them in the dust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When to yon fabric grey in fame,<br>That Windsor lifts against the sky,<br>In martial cloak the Kaiser came,<br>We did not dream it cloaked a spy;<br>Yet there he sat, as now we know,<br>A guest, a kinsman, and a foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">France was a gallant foe and fair,<br>That looked us proudly in the face,<br>With her frank eyes and freeborn air,<br>And valour half-concealed in grace.<br>Noblest of all with whom we strove,<br>At last she gives us noble love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he that took our proffered hand,<br>Thinking to take our birthright too,<br>He, in this hospitable land,<br>Bore him as only dastards do.<br>Here, where the Earth still nurtures men,<br>His hand shall soil not ours again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know his people great and strong;<br>On such as these we cast no slur;<br>Our wonder is that they so long<br>Suffer ungalled his bit and spur.<br>'Tis with no heart of joy that we<br>Arise to smite them on the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glory we count of lesser worth<br>Than wife and babe and hearth and home;<br>Theirs is the mandate speeding forth<br>Our steps of thunder on the foam;<br>For them we fight, for them we stand,<br>Yea, and for faith 'twixt land and land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You that have linked your might with ours,<br>To break his pride who breaks the laws,<br>You wear today, 'mid perjured Powers,<br>The armour of a spotless cause;<br>Your legions march in Truth arrayed,<br>And knightly Honour whets your blade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Baltic or Biscayan shores<br>Where Loire to the Atlantic runs;<br>Where Volga to the Caspian pours,<br>You have not poured in vain your sons.<br>From laughing lands of Rhone and Seine<br>You have not poured your sons in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let us a League of Man proclaim<br>Against such knavery 'neath a crown<br>As would be rightly held to shame<br>A swineherd and his fellow clown.<br>Shall all the false and creeping things<br>Find a last refuge among Kings?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least on this unageing throne,<br>That baffles the long siege of Time,<br>We have a monarch of our own<br>To whom a crime is still a crime;<br>And pure in aim there sits afar<br>The patient, silent, storm-worn Czar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For one sole mortal it remained,<br>One rash insulter of the Earth,<br>To teach the world wherein he reigned<br>How much a Kaiser's word is worth.<br>A Kaiser's word, a Caitiff's vow!<br>Well have we learned their value now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over the bland and kindly Day,<br>Unseasonable Night he flings;<br>Sinister darkness blear and grey,<br>A horror of malignant wings.<br>Pain and red havoc he bestows<br>On them that only asked repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is not hungrier for your lands<br>Than he is thirsty for your seas.<br>Smite him with all your thunderous hands,<br>Fight him and smite him to his knees --<br>You that on him and falsehood hurled<br>Shall guard the fortress of the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Watson">William Watson</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=539821" data-title="The Man Forsworn de William Watson" data-description="Who draws to-day the unrighteous sword?
Behold him stand, the Man Forsworn,
The warrior of the faithless word,
The pledge disowned, the covenant torn,
Who prates of honour, truth, and trust,
Ere he profanes them in the dust.

When to yon fabric gr..."></div>
</div>
</div>