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Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.
Without one friend, above all foes,
Britannia gives the world repose.
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).
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.
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.
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.
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.
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
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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.
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.