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Yet, Freedom, yet thy banner torn but flying, Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind. Author:George Gordon Byron.

people vibrated again The lightning of the nations: Liberty From heart to heart, from tower to tower, o'er Spain, Scattering contagious fire into the sky, Gleamed. My soul spurned the chains of its dismay, And, in the rapid plumes of song, Clothed itself, sublime and strong;