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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538164" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>England, My England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHAT have I done for you, <br> England, my England? <br>What is there I would not do, <br> England, my own? <br>With your glorious eyes austere, <br>As the Lord were walking near, <br>Whispering terrible things and dear <br> As the Song on your bugles blown, <br> England-- <br> Round the world on your bugles blown! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where shall the watchful sun, <br> England, my England, <br>Match the master-work you've done, <br> England, my own? <br>When shall he rejoice agen <br>Such a breed of mighty men <br>As come forward, one to ten, <br> To the Song on your bugles blown, <br> England-- <br> Down the years on your bugles blown? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever the faith endures, <br> England, my England:-- <br>'Take and break us: we are yours, <br> England, my own! <br>Life is good, and joy runs high <br>Between English earth and sky: <br>Death is death; but we shall die <br> To the Song on your bugles blown, <br> England-- <br> To the stars on your bugles blown!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They call you proud and hard, <br> England, my England: <br>You with worlds to watch and ward, <br> England, my own! <br>You whose mail'd hand keeps the keys <br>Of such teeming destinies, <br>You could know nor dread nor ease <br> Were the Song on your bugles blown, <br> England, <br> Round the Pit on your bugles blown! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother of Ships whose might, <br> England, my England, <br>Is the fierce old Sea's delight, <br> England, my own, <br>Chosen daughter of the Lord, <br>Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword, <br>There 's the menace of the Word <br> In the Song on your bugles blown, <br> England-- <br> Out of heaven on your bugles blown!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Ernest+Henley">William Ernest Henley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538164" data-title="England, My England de William Ernest Henley" data-description="WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear &nbs..."></div> </div> </div>
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