Category: British Poetry
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“Rule Britannia” by James Thomson (1700 – 1748)
“…Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies Serves but to root thy native oak. “Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves…” ”
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“What the Goose-Girl Said About the Dean” by EDITH SITWELL (1887 – 1964)
“Whence he lies snoring like the moon Clownish-white all afternoon. Beneath the trees’ arsenical Sharp woodwind tunes; heretical— Blown like the wind’s mane (Creaking woodenly again).”
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“The Christian to His Dying Soul”
O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
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“He Who Serves” by Edgar Albert Guest
He has not served who gathers gold, Nor has he served, whose life is told In selfish battles he has won, Or deeds of skill that he has done; But he has served who now and then Has helped along his fellow men. The world needs many men today; Red-blooded men along life’s way, With…
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“The Lamb” by William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made…
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“Things Work Out” by Edgar Albert Guest
Because it rains when we wish it wouldn’t, Because men do what they often shouldn’t, Because crops fail, and plans go wrong- Some of us grumble all day long. But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt, It seems at last that things work out. Because we lose where we hoped to gain, Because…
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“A Divine Image” by William Blake
Cruelty has a Human Heart And Jealousy a Human Face Terror the Human Form Divine And Secrecy, the Human Dress The Human Dress, is forged Iron The Human Form, a fiery Forge. The Human Face, a Furnace seal’d The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge.
