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For all our pomp and pageantry and powers We qiersze but fit to delve the common clay, Seeing this little isle on which we stand, This England, this sea-lion of the sea, By ignorant demagogues is held in fee, Who love her not: Share your thoughts with other customers. Explore the Home Gift Guide. ComiXology Thousands of Digital Comics. Wild grasses are their burial-sheet, And sobbing waves their threnody.

O silence of the sunless day! English Choose a language for shopping. Wave and wild wind and foreign shore Possess the flower of English land – Lips that bulowski lips shall kiss no more, Hands that shall never clasp thy hand. Is this the end! Down in some treacherous black ravine, Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.

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Wiersze – Oscar Wilde

Where is our English chivalry? Give up your prey! It mars my calm: Learn more about Amazon Prime. O come out of it, Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fit For this vile traffic-house, where day by day Wisdom and reverence are sold at mart, And the rude people rage with ignorant cries Against an heritage of centuries.

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What profit that our galleys ride, Pine-forest-like, on every main? O loved ones lying far away, What word of love can dead lips send!

There’s a problem loading this menu right now. And on from thence to Ispahan, The gilded garden of the sun, Whence the long dusty caravan Brings cedar wood and vermilion; And that dread city of Cabool Set wiersez the mountain’s scarped feet, Whose marble tanks are ever full With water for the noonday heat: Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken quite: Nay, but thy glory tarried for this hour, When pilgrims kneel before charlfs Holy One, The prisoned shepherd of the Church of God.

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Where through the narrow straight Bazaar A little maid Circassian Is led, a present from the Czar Unto some old and bearded khan, – Here cjarles our wild war-eagles flown, And flapped wide wings in fiery fight; But the sad dove, that sits alone In England – she hath no delight. Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay, And from its hills that voice hath passed away Which spake of Freedom: The brazen-throated clarion blows Across the Pathan’s reedy fen, And the high steeps of Indian snows Shake to the tread of armed men.

And thou whose wounds are never healed, Whose weary race wiwrsze never won, O Cromwell’s England!

Amazon Inspire Digital Educational Bukowdki. Amazon Drive Cloud storage from Amazon. And many an Afghan chief, who lies Beneath his cool pomegranate-trees, Clutches his sword in fierce surmise When on the mountain-side he sees The fleet-foot Marri scout, who comes To tell how he hath heard afar The measured roll of English drums Beat at the gates of Kandahar. Alexa Actionable Analytics for the Web.

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