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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>England</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">ENGLAND, England, England,<br>Girdled by ocean and skies,<br>And the power of a world, and the heart of a race,<br>And a hope that never dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, England, England,<br>Wherever a true heart beats,<br>Wherever the rivers of commerce flow,<br>Wherever the bugles of conquest blow,<br>Wherever the glories of liberty grow,<br>'Tis the name that the world repeats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ye, who dwell in the shadow<br>Of the century-sculptured piles,<br>Where sleep our century-honoured dead,<br>Whilst the great world thunders overhead,<br>And far out, miles on miles,<br>Beyond the smoke of the mighty town,<br>The blue Thames dimples and smiles;<br>Not yours alone the glory of old,<br>Of the splendid thousand years,<br>Of Britain's might and Britain's right<br>And the brunt of British spears.<br>Not yours alone, for the great world round,<br>Ready to dare and do,<br>Scot and Celt and Norman and Dane,<br>With the Northman's sinew and heart and brain,<br>And the Northman's courage for blessing or bane,<br>Are England's heroes too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">North and south and east and west,<br>Wherever their triumphs be,<br>Their glory goes home to the ocean-girt isle,<br>Where the heather blooms and the roses smile,<br>With the green isle under her lee.<br>And if ever the smoke of an alien gun<br>Should threaten her iron repose,<br>Shoulder to shoulder against the world,<br>Face to face with her foes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scot, and Celt and Saxon are one<br>Where the glory of England goes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we of the newer and vaster West,<br>Where the great war-banners are furled,<br>And commerce hurries her teeming hosts,<br>And the cannon are silent along our coasts,<br>Saxon and Gaul, Canadians claim<br>A part in the glory and pride and aim<br>Of the Empire that girdles the world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">England, England, England,<br>Wherever the daring heart<br>By Arctic floe or torrid strand<br>Thy heroes play their part;<br>For as long as conquest holds the earth,<br>Or commerce sweeps the sea,<br>By orient jungle or western plain<br>Will the Saxon spirit be:<br>And whatever the people that dwell beneath,<br>Or whatever the alien tongue,<br>Over the freedom and peace of the world<br>Is the flag of England flung,<br>Till the last great freedom is found,<br>And the last great truth be taught,<br>Till the last great deed be done,<br>And the last great battle is fought;<br>Till the last great fighter is slain in the last great fight,<br>And the war-wolf is dead in his den–<br>England, breeder of hope and valour and might,<br>Iron mother of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yea, England, England, England,<br>Till honour and valour are dead,<br>Till the world's great cannons rust,<br>Till the world's great hopes are dust,<br>Till faith and freedom be fled,<br>Till wisdom and justice have passed<br>To sleep with those who sleep in the many-chambered vast,<br>Till glory and knowledge are charnelled dust in dust,<br>To all that is best in the world's unrest, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In heart and mind you are wed.<br>While out from the Indian jungle<br>To the far Canadian snows,<br>Over the East and over the West,<br>Over the worst and over the best,<br>The flag of the world to its winds unfurled,<br>The blood-red ensign blows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wilfred+Campbell">William Wilfred Campbell</a><div class=q>
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Girdled by ocean and skies,
And the power of a world, and the heart of a race,
And a hope that never dies.

England, England, England,
Wherever a true heart beats,
Wherever the rivers of commerce flow,
Wherever the bugle..."></div>
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