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Слушать(AI)Victoria Regina
A thousand years by sea and land Our race hath served the island kings,
But not by custom's dull command To-day with song her Empire rings:
Not all the glories of her birth, Her armed renown and ancient throne,
Could make her less the child of earth Or give her hopes beyond our own:
But stayed on faith more sternly proved And pride than ours more pure and deep,
She loves the land our fathers loved And keeps the fame our sons shall keep.
Sir Henry Newbolt
Sir Henry John Newbolt, CH (6 June 1862 – 19 April 1938) was an English poet, novelist and historian. He is perhaps best remembered for his poem
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