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Британская империя
Любимая моя, канад-
Ские в ней прерии,
Австралии берега

There's never a delicate nurseling of the year But our huge London hails it, and delights To wear it on her breast or at her ear,
Her days to colour and make sweet her nights
Crocus and daffodil and violet,
Pink, primrose, valley-li...

Army Reserve; a worshipper of Bobs,
With whom he stripped the smock from Candahar;
Neat as his mount, that neatest among cobs;
Whenever pageants pass, or meetings are,

His beat lies knee-high through a dust of story— A dust of terror and torture, grief and crime;
Ghosts that are England's wonder, and shame, and glory Throng where he walks, an antic of old time;
A sense of long immedicable tears Were ev...

'—-Quis
Tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se
' ~ Juv
Though grief and fondness in my breast rebel,

From Bermondsey to
So many churches are,
Some with apsidal chancels,
Some

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

He's called The General from the brazen craft And dash with which he sneaks a bit of road And all its fares; challenged, or chafed, or chaffed,
Back-answers of the newest he'll explode;
He reins his horses with an air; he treats With sco...

FE in its many shapes was there,
The busy and the gay;
Faces that seemed too young and
To ever know decay

HE sun is on the crowded street,
It kindles those old towers;
Where England's noblest memories meet,
Of old historic hours

I Blow across the stagnant world,
I blow across the sea,
For me, the sailor's flag unfurled,
For me, the uprooted tree