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.
Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.
Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of
shopkeepers--(Nation Boutiquiere).
Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of
shopkeepers--(Nation Boutiquiere).
'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."
'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can,
That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."
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!
The men of England--the men, I mean of light and leading in
England.
The men of England--the men, I mean of light and leading in
England.
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.
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
In these troublesome days when the great
Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.
In these troublesome days when the great
Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.
