Poetry of Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
born 1788, died 1824

Freedom

(from "childe harold's pilgrimage")

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, bur flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind;
Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying,
The loudest still the tempest leaves behind;
Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind,
Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth,
But the sap lasts, - and still the seed we find
Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North;
So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth.

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