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The Island Hawk, Alfred Noyes

Hushed are the whimpering winds on the hill, Dumb is the shrinking plain, And the songs that enchanted the woods are still As I shoot to the skies again! Does the blood grow black on my fierce bent be...

From Clee to Heaven the Beacon Burns, by A. E. Housman

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns, The shires have seen it plain, From north and south the sign returns And beacons burn again. Look left, look right, the hills are bright, The dales are light betw...

Alfred: The Opera that spawned Rule Britannia

” Britons, proceed, the subject Deep command, Awe with your navies every hostile land.   In vain their threats, their armies all in vain: They rule the balanc’d world, who rule t...

Values in Life, Rudyard Kipling

“According to the ancient and laudable custom of the schools, I, as one of your wandering scholars returned, have been instructed to speak to you. The only penalty youth must pay for its enviabl...

Chapter of Proverbs, Rudyard Kipling

1. The wind bloweth where it listeth, and after the same manner in every country. Be not puffed up with a breath (of it) 2. Of a portion set aside a portion or ever the days come when thou shalt see t...

Why do they prate of the blessings of peace? Lord Tennyson

Why do they prate of the blessings of peace? we have made them a curse, Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is not its own; And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better or worse Than ...

A Song of England, Rudyard Kipling

Song of the Sons “One from the ends of the earth—gifts at an open door— Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have more! From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed, Turn, ...

The Secret People, G.K. Chesterton

Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget;For we are the people of England, that never have spoken yet.There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully,There is many a free French pe...

Drake’s Drum, Henry Newbolt

Drake he’s in his hammock an’ a thousand miles away,(Capten, art tha sleepin’ there below?)Slung atween the round shot in Nombre Dios Bay,An’ dreamin’ arl the time O̵...