Not in sunk Spains prolongd death agony;
Not in rich England, bent but to make pour
The flood of the worlds commerce on her shore;
Not in that madhouse, France, from whence the cry
Afflicts grave Heaven with its long senseless roar;
Not in American vulgarity,
Nor wordy German imbecility
Lies any hope of heroism more.
Hungarians! Save the world! Renew the stories
Of men who against hope repelld the chain,
And make the worlds dead spirit leap again
On land renew that Greek exploit, whose glories
Hallow the Salaminian promontories,
And the Armada flung to the fierce main
Sonnet To The Hungarian Nation
Matthew Arnold
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