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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle Of Liège</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now spake the Emperor to all his shining battle forces, <br>To the Lancers, and the Rifles, to the Gunners and the Horses;— <br>And his pride surged up within him as he saw their banners stream!— <br>“’T is a twelve-day march to Paris, by the road our fathers travelled, <br>And the prize is half an empire when the scarlet road’s unravelled— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go you now across the border, <br>God’s decree and William’s order— <br>Climb the frowning Belgian ridges <br>With your naked swords agleam! <br>Seize the City of the Bridges— <br>Then get on, get on to Paris— <br>To the jewelled streets of Paris— <br>To the lovely woman, Paris, that has driven me to dream!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hundred thousand fighting men <br>They climbed the frowning ridges, <br>With their flaming swords drawn free <br>And their pennants at their knee. <br>They went up to their desire, <br>To the City of the Bridges, <br>With their naked brands outdrawn <br>Like the lances of the dawn! <br>In a swelling surf of fire, <br>Crawling higher—higher—higher— <br>Till they crumpled up and died <br>Like a sudden wasted tide, <br>And the thunder in their faces beat them down and flung them wide! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had paid a thousand men, <br>Yet they formed and came again, <br>For they heard the silver bugles sounding challenge to their pride, <br>And they rode with swords agleam <br>For the glory of a dream, <br>And they stormed up to the cannon’s mouth and withered there, and died…. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The daylight lay in ashes <br>On the blackened western hill, <br>And the dead were calm and still; <br>But the Night was torn with gashes— <br>Sudden ragged crimson gashes— <br>And the siege-guns snarled and roared, <br>With their flames thrust like a sword, <br>And the tranquil moon came riding on the heaven’s silver ford. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What a fearful world was there, <br>Tangled in the cold moon’s hair! <br>Man and beast lay hurt and screaming, <br>(Men must die when Kings are dreaming!)— <br>While within the harried town <br>Mothers dragged their children down <br>As the awful rain came screaming, <br>For the glory of a Crown! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the Morning flung her cloak <br>Through the hanging pall of smoke— <br>Trimmed with red, it was, and dripping with a deep and angry stain! <br>And the Day came walking then <br>Through a lane of murdered men, <br>And her light fell down before her like a Cross upon the plain! <br>But the forts still crowned the height <br>With a bitter iron crown! <br>They had lived to flame and fight, <br>They had lived to keep the Town! <br>And they poured their havoc down <br>All that day … and all that night…. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While four times their number came, <br>Pawns that played a bloody game!— <br>With a silver trumpeting, <br>For the glory of the King, <br>To the barriers of the thunder and the fury of the flame! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they stormed the iron Hill, <br>O’er the sleepers lying still, <br>And their trumpets sang them forward through the dull succeeding dawns, <br>But the thunder flung them wide, <br>And they crumpled up and died,— <br>They had waged the war of monarchs—and they died the death of pawns. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the forts still stood…. Their breath <br>Swept the foeman like a blade, <br>Though ten thousand men were paid <br>To the hungry purse of Death, <br>Though the field was wet with blood, <br>Still the bold defences stood, <br>Stood! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the King came out with his bodyguard at the day’s departing gleam— <br>And the moon rode up behind the smoke and showed the King his dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dana+Burnet">Dana Burnet</a><div class=q>
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And his pride surged up within him as he saw their banners stream!— 
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