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Nay, but thy glory tarried for this bukowaki, When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One, The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God. It mars my calm: Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen, Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen; And now upon thy walls the breezes fan Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man! I’d like to read this book on Kindle Don’t have a Kindle?

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Discover Prime Book Box for Kids. Where through the narrow straight Bazaar A little maid Circassian Is led, a present from the Czar Chrales some old and bearded khan, – Here have our wild war-eagles flown, And flapped wide wings in fiery fight; But the sad dove, that sits alone In England – she hath no delight.

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The hated flag of red and white and green. What profit now that we have bound The whole round world with nets of gold, If hidden in our heart is found The care that groweth never old? Write a customer cyarles. Be the first to review this item Would you like to tell us about a lower price?

For southern wind and east wind meet Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire, England with bare and bloody feet Climbs the steep road of wide empire.

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English Choose a language for shopping. I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours: Down in some treacherous black ravine, Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies. O come out of it, Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fit For this vile traffic-house, where day by day Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart, And the rude people rage with ignorant cries Against an heritage of centuries.

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The earth, a brittle globe of glass, Lies in the hollow of thy hand, And through its heart of crystal pass, Like shadows through a twilight land, The spears of crimson-suited war, The long white-crested waves of fight, And all the deadly fires which are The torches of the lords of Night.

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Where are the brave, the strong, the fleet? Amazon Rapids Fun stories for kids on the go. For some are by the Delhi walls, And many in the Afghan land, And many where the Ganges falls Through seven mouths of shifting sand. Wave and wild wind and foreign shore Possess the flower of English land – Lips that thy lips shall kiss no more, Hands that shall never clasp thy hand. For all our pomp and pageantry and powers We are but fit to delve the common clay, Seeing this little isle on which we stand, This England, this sea-lion of the sea, By ignorant demagogues is held in fee, Who love her not: The yellow leopards, strained and lean, The treacherous Russian knows so well, With gaping blackened jaws are seen Leap through the hail of screaming shell.

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Bukowskki in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! And on from thence to Ispahan, The gilded garden of the sun, Whence the long dusty caravan Wiiersze cedar wood and vermilion; And that dread city of Cabool Set at the mountain’s scarped feet, Whose marble tanks are ever full With water for the noonday heat: Wild grasses are their burial-sheet, And sobbing waves their threnody. In vain the laughing girl will lean To greet her love with love-lit eyes: