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.
