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Those pigmy tribes of Panton street, Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak, Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.

England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!

Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of shopkeepers--.

In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the English.

This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only an organizing genius could produce a shortage of coal and fish at the same time.

Ah! the perfidious English!

If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.

Oh, to be in England, Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf, Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England--now.

The men of England--the men, I mean of light and leading in England.

England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy is a paradise for horses, hell for women.

Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood.

Britannia needs no bulwarks No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain wave, Her home is on the deep.

In England three are sixty different religions, and only one sauce.

Providence has given to the French the empire of the land, to the English that of the sea, to the Germans that of--the air!

A certain man has called us, "of all peoples the wisest in action," but he added, "the stupidest in speech."

Where are the rough brave Britons to be found With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?

Be England what she will, With all her faults, she is my country still.

Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire, Cast her ashes into the sea,-- She shall escape, she shall aspire, She shall arise to make men free; She shall arise in a sacred scorn, Lighting the lives that are yet unborn, Spirit supernal, splendor eternal, England!

'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can, That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."

England with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English minds and manners may be found, Shall be constrained to love thee.