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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544946" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Appeal To Paris</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEAUTIFUL Paris! morning star of nations!<br>The Lucifer of cities, lifting high <br>The beacon blaze of young democracy! <br>Medina and Gomorrha both in one<br>Medina of a high and holy creed <br>To be developed in a coming time! <br>Gomorrha, rampant with all vice and guilt<br>Luxurious, godless, grovelling, soaring Paris, <br>Laden with intellect, and yet not wise<br>Metropolis of satire and lampoon, <br>Of wit, of elegance, of mirth, of song, <br>And fearful tragedies done day by day, <br>Which put our hair on end in the open streets<br>The busy hive of awful memories, <br>The potent arbiter of popular will, <br>The great electric centre whence the shocks <br>Of pulsing freedom vibrate through tbe world-<br>Beautiful Paris! sacred to our hearts, <br>With all thy folly, all thy wickedness-<br>If but for Bailly, Vergniaud, Gensonne, <br>And noblest Roland, she of Roman soul, <br>And the great patriots and friends of man <br>Who went to death for holy liberty-<br>Lift up thy voice, O Paris! once again, <br>And speak the thought that labours in thy breast; <br>Shake off thy gauds and tinsels-be thyself; <br>Cease thy lewd jests, and heartless revelries, <br>Thy adoration of all worthless things, <br>Thy scorn, thy sarcasm, and thy unbelief; <br>And in the conflict and the march of men <br>Do justice to thy nature, and complete <br>The glorious work, so gloriously begun <br>By the great souls of pregnant eighty-nine. <br>Come forth, oh, Paris! freed from vice and stain, <br>Like a young warrior dallying too long <br>With loving women, wasting precious hours <br>In base delights and enervating sloth; <br>Who, when he shakes them off, puts back his hair <br>From his broad brow, and places on his head <br>The plumed helmet-throws his velvets off. <br>And swathes his vigorous limbs in glancing steel. <br>To lead true hearts to struggle for mankind. <br>Or if no more, Soldier of Liberty! <br>Thou 'lt lead the nations-stand upon the hill, <br>And, like a prophet, preach a holy creed <br>Of freedom, progress, peace, and happiness; <br>And all the world shall listen to thy voice, <br>And Tyranny, hyaena big with young, <br>Dreading the sound, shall farrow in affright. <br>And drop, still-born, her sanguinary cubs, <br>And many a bloody feud be spared mankind. <br>Poland again, with desperate grasp, shall seize <br>The neck of her enslaver, and extort <br>Full justice from his terror; Hungary, <br>Ermined and crown'd, shall sit in her own seat <br>In peaceful state and sober majesty; <br>And Italy, unloosening her bonds <br>By her strong will, shall be at last the home <br>Of broadly based and virtuous liberty, <br>And in her bosom nuture evermore, <br>Not the fierce virtues of her Roman youth, <br>But the calm blessings of her later time<br>Science, and art, and civilizing trade, <br>Divine philosophy, diviner song, <br>And true religion reconciled with man. <br>Speak out, O Paris! purify thyself <br>By noble thoughts, and deeds will follow them. <br>The world has need of thee. Humanity <br>Droops for thy dalliance with degraded things, <br>Alien, and most unworthy of the soul <br>That sleeps within thee. Rouse thyself, O Paris! <br>The time expects thee. Pyrenees, and Alps, <br>And Appenines, and snow-clad Balkans, wait, <br>With all their echoes, to repeat the words <br>Which thou must utter! Thou hast slumber'd long<br>Long dallied. Speak! The world will answer thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Mackay">Charles Mackay</a><div class=q>
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The Lucifer of cities, lifting high 
The beacon blaze of young democracy! 
Medina and Gomorrha both in one
Medina of a high and holy creed 
To be developed in a coming time! 
Gomorrha, rampant with all vic..."></div>
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