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!

Providence has given to the French the empire of the land, to the
English that of the sea, to read more

Providence has given to the French the empire of the land, to the
English that of the sea, to the Germans that of--the air!

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.]

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.

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.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Men of England! who inherit
Rights that cost your sires their blood.

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.

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.

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.