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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510920" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bells and Queen Victoria</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1911</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>&quot;Gay go up and gay go down<br>To ring the Bells of London Town.&quot;<br>When London Town's asleep in bed<br>You'll hear the Bells ring overhead.<br>In excelsis gloria!<br>Ringing for Victoria,<br>Ringing for their mighty mistress--ten years dead!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE BELLS: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here is more gain than Gloriana guessed--<br>Then Gloriana guessed or Indies bring--<br>Then golden Indies bring. A Queen confessed--<br>A Queen confessed that crowned her people King.<br>Her people King, and crowned a11 Kings above,<br>Above a11 Kings have crowned their Queen their love--<br>Have crowned their love their Queen, their Queen their love!<br>Denying her, we do ourselves deny,<br>Disowning her are we ourselves disowned.<br>Mirror was she of our fidelity,<br>And handmaid of our destiny enthroned;<br>The very marrow of Youth's dream, and still<br>Yoke-mate of wisest Age that worked her will!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fathers had declared to us her praise--<br>Her praise the years had proven past all speech.<br>And past all speech our loyal hearts always,<br>Always our hearts lay open, each to each--<br>Therefore men gave the treasure of their blood<br>To this one woman--for she understood!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four o' the clock! Now all the world is still.<br>Oh, London Bells, to all the world declare<br>The Secret of the Empire--read who will!<br>The Glory of the People--touch who dare!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE BELLS:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Power that has reached itself all kingly powers,<br>St. Margaret's: By love o'erpowered--<br>St. Martin's: By love o'erpowered--<br>St. Clement Danes: By love o'erpowered,<br>The greater power confers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>THE BELLS:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For we were hers, as she, as she was ours,<br>Bow Bells: And she was ours--<br>St. Paul's: And she was ours--<br>Westminister: And she was ours,<br>As we, even we, were hers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE BELLS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we were hers!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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&quot;Gay go up and gay go down
To ring the Bells of London Town.&quot;
When London Town's asleep in bed
You'll hear the Bells ring overhead.
In excelsis gloria!
Ringing for Victoria,
Ringing for their mighty mistress--ten years dead!


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