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Theoretikos (Author: Oscar Wilde)
- 1] This mighty empire hath but feet of clay
2] Of all its ancient chivalry and might
3] Our little island is forsaken quite:
4] Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
5] And from its hills that voice hath passed away
6] Which spake of Freedom: O come out of it,
7] Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fit
8] For this vile traffic-house, where day by day
- 9] Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart,
10] And the rude people rage with ignorant cries
11] Against an heritage of centuries.
12] It mars my calm: wherefore in dreams of Art
13] And loftiest culture I would stand apart,
14] Neither for God, nor for his enemies.