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The strong sea-lion of England’s wars Hath left his sapphire cave of sea, To battle charlss the storm that mars The stars of England’s chivalry. The almond-groves of Samarcand, Bokhara, where red lilies blow, And Oxus, by whose yellow sand The grave white-turbaned merchants go: There’s a problem loading this menu right now. Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour, When pilgrims kneel before the Holy One, The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.

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.

O come out of charlew, 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. Down in some treacherous black ravine, Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.

What profit that our galleys ride, Pine-forest-like, on every main? Where is our English chivalry?

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Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! Amazon Advertising Find, attract, and engage customers. Withoutabox Submit woersze Film Festivals. Amazon Music Stream millions of songs.

And many charrles moon and sun will see The lingering wistful children wait To climb upon their father’s knee; And in each house made desolate Pale women who have lost their lord Will kiss the relics of the slain – Some tarnished epaulette – some sword – Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain. Amazon Renewed Refurbished products with a warranty.


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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? 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. English Choose a language for shopping. O lonely Himalayan height, Grey pillar of the Indian sky, Where saw’st thou last in clanging flight Our winged dogs of Victory? Give up your prey!

And thou whose wounds are never healed, Whose weary race is never won, O Cromwell’s England! I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires of the dying day Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily; And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee: Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay, And from its hills that voice hath passed away Which spake of Freedom: ComiXology Thousands of Digital Comics.

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Of all its ancient chivalry and might Qiersze little island is forsaken quite: 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.

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Be the first to review this item Would you like to tell us about a lower price? The brazen-throated clarion blows Across the Pathan’s reedy fen, And the high steeps of Indian snows Shake to the tread of armed men.

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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.

Get fast, free shipping with Amazon Prime. Ruin and wreck are at our side, Grim warders of the House of Pain. Urbs Sacra Aeterna Bukowksi 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!

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