If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
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Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
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Oh, to be in England,
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf,
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England--now.
Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.
Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.
In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the
English.
[Fr., Quoique leurs chapeaux sont read more
In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the
English.
[Fr., Quoique leurs chapeaux sont bien laids,
Goddam! j'aime les anglais.]
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]
Ah! the perfidious English!
[Fr., Ah! la perfide Angleterre!]
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
England! my country, great and free!
Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a
paradise for horses, hell for women.
England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a
paradise for horses, hell for women.
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, read more
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, she shall aspire,
She shall arise to make men free;
She shall arise in a sacred scorn,
Lighting the lives that are yet unborn,
Spirit supernal, splendor eternal,
England!
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults, she is my country still.
