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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To A Foil'd European Revolutionaire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">COURAGE yet! my brother or my sister!<br> Keep on! Liberty is to be subserv'd, whatever occurs;<br> That is nothing, that is quell'd by one or two failures, or any<br> number of failures,<br> Or by the indifference or ingratitude of the people, or by any<br> unfaithfulness,<br> Or the show of the tushes of power, soldiers, cannon, penal statutes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Revolt! and still revolt! revolt!<br> What we believe in waits latent forever through all the continents,<br> and all the islands and archipelagos of the sea;<br> What we believe in invites no one, promises nothing, sits in calmness<br> and light, is positive and composed, knows no discouragement,<br> Waiting patiently, waiting its time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> (Not songs of loyalty alone are these,  10<br> But songs of insurrection also;<br> For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel, the world over,<br> And he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him,<br> And stakes his life, to be lost at any moment.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Revolt! and the downfall of tyrants!<br> The battle rages with many a loud alarm, and frequent advance and<br> retreat,<br> The infidel triumphs--or supposes he triumphs,<br> Then the prison, scaffold, garrote, hand-cuffs, iron necklace and<br> anklet, lead-balls, do their work,<br> The named and unnamed heroes pass to other spheres,<br> The great speakers and writers are exiled--they lie sick in distant<br> lands,    20<br> The cause is asleep--the strongest throats are still, choked with<br> their own blood,<br> The young men droop their eyelashes toward the ground when they meet;<br> --But for all this, liberty has not gone out of the place, nor the<br> infidel enter'd into full possession.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> When liberty goes out of a place, it is not the first to go, nor the<br> second or third to go,<br> It waits for all the rest to go--it is the last.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> When there are no more memories of heroes and martyrs,<br> And when all life, and all the souls of men and women are discharged<br> from any part of the earth,<br> Then only shall liberty, or the idea of liberty, be discharged from<br> that part of the earth,<br> And the infidel come into full possession.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> Then courage! European revolter! revoltress!  30<br> For, till all ceases, neither must you cease.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I do not know what you are for, (I do not know what I am for myself,<br> nor what anything is for,)<br> But I will search carefully for it even in being foil'd,<br> In defeat, poverty, misconception, imprisonment--for they too are<br> great.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535189" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Revolt! and the bullet for tyrants!<br> Did we think victory great?<br> So it is--But now it seems to me, when it cannot be help'd, that<br> defeat is great,<br> And that death and dismay are great.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>