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عبارات باللغه الانجليزيه عن حب الوطن

عبارات باللغه الانجليزيه عن حب الوطن






عبارات باللغه الانجليزيه عن حب الوطن

Sad and sudden crash of a hereditary throne,
Deep teaching to the powerful of the earth,
Who could have foreseen, and say: In three days,
This rod of kings by the centuries bleached
And this vast power and this monarchy
Will have fled without hope and crumbled forever?

And you who are nothing and who was king once,
Charles! did not you have your right to peace and war?
Your large share of taxes, your castles to choose,
Your huntsmen, your lackeys, your dogs, your crews,
Your golden chamberlains, your heralds and your pages
And your vast forests where to hunt at your leisure?

Did you prevent us from going to the basilicas,
Curving your royal forehead and kissing the relics.
Keep, like a soldier, a priest by your side.
And, from the holy minister imploring the assistance,
Consumer in fasting and in penance
All the rest of the days that heaven has counted you?

You were surrounded by honors, by respect, and France,
Who saw all this with an air of indifference.
You would have left it to the end, without hate and without fear.
To greet with the hand of the top of the galleries,
Smile at your valets and in your Tuileries
Die quietly on your king's chair!

But some men told you, "Sire, the time has come,
Where your will, too long misunderstood.
Must be taught to all and open a path;
And if some mutine stands up and cries out.
We have Foucault and his gendarmerie;
It is the business of a hand.

"It was cheap under the other ministry.
A few shrapnel shots about him silenced him,
This people ; he must know, at least, if it is in vain
That Charles Xdix is ​​King of France and Navarre
And if with a little blood it befits him to be stingy
To support the divine right,

"And if people came, crafters,
You talk about promise and it's forfeit
What to miss in this way to the faith of oaths
Jurors, in front of the altar, on the holy gospels,
And that after all, the earth has fragile thrones,
And the future of punishment;

"Dangerous Sophisms, Immoral Maxims!
Seditious talk of liberal sheets!
But only a word, a sign of the hand,
And you will see all those rioters turning pale,
Like a timid game that flees in front of the pack,
In the forests of Saint-Germain. "

And you, you believed them and, risking the game,
On one stroke of your lost dynasty,
Well punished now, O king, for putting
So much hope in your God, so much faith in his grace,
And counted, for your throne and the people of your race,
On the endless future that was promised to them!

But like the first blow of the popular hammer
Your old royalty, secular hovel.
Lacerated and disjointed and could not stand it anymore,
Cracked to the bottom, both the hour was critical.
Both his fall was ripe and this Gothic dais
The canvas was worn and the boards worm-eaten!

And to bring down crowned heads so low,
What time did the people need? Three days
Workers hastily descended from the suburbs,
Who ran without knowing, at the height of the fray,
What is a walk, and how it is regulated
On the hurry or slower sounds of the drums.

Three days, and all was said; and the pale banner
From the top of the palaces rolled in the rut.
And the three fleurs-de-lis, honor of your house,
Have no asylum today, sad and dethroned,
Only in a few hearths of old chimneys.
Or the yellowed leaflets of a coat of arms.

What! of your misfortunes the hard learning
Had he not been able to educate you and make you wise enough,
Without it being necessary, old man in gray hair,
Hear the crash of your falling throne.
And find so late and so close to the grave.
Those lessons of exile that did not teach you anything?

You wanted it yet! As well, at your age.
When death at this point is in the neighborhood,
All in all, it is better, all these vain jewels
To rid a front that touched the Holy Chrism,
Because for who will appear in the supreme court.
The folds are very Persian royal ornaments!

Go, but do not think, Solitary Majesty,
Only to this holy kingdom which is no longer of the earth;
Consider the care of your soul, and, unburdened of the burden
From this royalty whose envy you have lost,
Think of enjoying, at least for the other life,
From these last hobbies that the people made you.

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