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 England three are sixty different religions, and only one
sauce.
[It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes read more

In England three are sixty different religions, and only one
sauce.
[It., Il y en Angleterre soizante sectes religieuses differentes,
et une seule sauce.]

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.

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.

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.]

England with all thy faults, I love thee still--
My country! and, while yet a nook is left
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England with all thy faults, I love thee still--
My country! and, while yet a nook is left
Where English minds and manners may be found,
Shall be constrained to love thee.

This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only
an organizing genius could produce a shortage read more

This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only
an organizing genius could produce a shortage of coal and fish at
the same time.

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's read more

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.

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).