This England - William Shakespeare
Baaah, better late than never. This to me typifies everything that is great about England. I wanted to post it for St. Georges day on the 23rd April, but as happens a lot with me lately, I forgot. I spoke to my Mum on Friday and just like my Grandad used to do, my Dad had his customary red rose. Again, I forgot, but I shall endeavour to keep the tradition alive next year. So from one remote Englishman, to one that passed many moons ago, William Shakespeare.
Colin
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Colin
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,—
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.