Until the day, O Poland! when you show us
Some dreadful disaster, like those of Greece,
Some Missolonghi of a new kind,
Whatever you may do, you will not be believed.
Fight and die, brave people. — The hour is coming.
Fight; Europe’s pity is belated;
It needs leaven that is not worn out.
Fight and die, for we are blasé!
Alfred De Musset
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