Quote#Poetry
When, comrades, we thrill to the message of speaker in highway or hall
Quote byBernard O'Dowd · 1866–1953
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "The Poet", st. 6, in An Austral Garden of Verse (1913), p. 91.
English (original)
When, comrades, we thrill to the message of speaker in highway or hall, The voice of the poet is reaching the silenter poet in all: And again, as of old, when the flames are to leap up the turrets of Wrong, Shall the torch of the New Revolution be lit from the words of a Song!
— Bernard O'Dowd
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