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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!
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).
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."
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?
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.
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.
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!