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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519271" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The King Of England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that eclipse of noon when joy was hushed<br>Like the bird's song beneath unnatural night,<br>And Terror's footfall in the darkness crushed<br>The rose imperial of our delight,<br>Then, even then, though no man cried 'He comes,'<br>And no man turned to greet him passing there,<br>With phantom heralds challenging renown<br>And silent-throbbing drums<br>I saw the King of England, hale and fair,<br>Ride out with a great train through London town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Unarmed he rode, but in his ruddy shield<br>The lions bore the dint of many a lance,<br>And up and down his mantle's azure field<br>Were strewn the lilies plucked in famous France.<br>Before him went with banner floating wide<br>The yeoman breed that served his honour best,<br>And mixed with these his knights of noble blood;<br>But in the place of pride<br>His admirals in billowy lines abreast<br>Convoyed him close like galleons on the flood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full of a strength unbroken showed his face<br>And his brow calm with youth's unclouded dawn,<br>But round his lips were lines of tenderer grace<br>Such as no hand but Time's hath ever drawn.<br>Surely he knew his glory had no part<br>In dull decay, nor unto Death must bend,<br>Yet surely too of lengthening shadows dreamed<br>With sunset in his heart,<br>So brief his beauty now, so near the end,<br>And now so old and so immortal seemed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O King among the living, these shall hail<br>Sons of thy dust that shall inherit thee:<br>O King of men that die, though we must fail<br>Thy life is breathed from thy triumphant sea.<br>O man that servest men by right of birth,<br>Our hearts' content thy heart shall also keep,<br>Thou too with us shalt one day lay thee down<br>In our dear native earth,<br>Full sure the King of England, while we sleep,<br>For ever rides abroad, through London town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q>
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Like the bird's song beneath unnatural night,
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The rose imperial of our delight,
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