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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!
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.
A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
action," but he added, "the stupidest in read more
A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in
action," but he added, "the stupidest in speech."
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
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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.
We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.
We are indeed a nation of shopkeepers.
They [the English] amuse themselves sadly as in the custom of
their country.
[Fr., Ils s'amusaient tristement selon read more
They [the English] amuse themselves sadly as in the custom of
their country.
[Fr., Ils s'amusaient tristement selon la contume de leur pays.]
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.
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!
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.