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The Almighty in His infinite wisdom did not see fit to create Frenchmen in the image of Englishmen.
The Almighty in His infinite wisdom did not see fit to create Frenchmen in the image of Englishmen.
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.]
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.
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.
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).
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.]
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.
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.