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They wrong'd not us nor sought 'gainst us to wage	A
The bitter battle On their God they cried	B
For succour deeming justice to abide	B
In heaven if banish'd from earth's vicinage	A
And when they rose with a gall'd lion's rage	A
We on the captor's keeper's tamer's side	B
We with the alien tyranny allied	B
We bade them back to their Egyptian cage	A
Scarce knew they who we were A wind of blight	C
From the mysterious far north west we came	D
Our greatness now their veriest babes have learn'd	E
Where in wild desert homes by day by night	C
Thousands that weep their warriors unreturn'd	C
O England O my country curse thy name	D
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II	-
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Hasheen	F
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'Of British arms another victory '	-
Triumphant words through all the land's length sped	C
Triumphant words but being interpreted	C
Words of ill sound woful as words can be	G
Another carnage by the drear Red Sea	G
Another efflux of a sea more red	C
Another bruising of the hapless head	C
Of a wrong'd people yearning to be free	G
Another blot on her great name who stands	H
Confounded left intolerably alone	F
With the dilating spectre of her own	F
Dark sin uprisen from yonder spectral sands	H
Penitent more than to herself is known	F
England appall'd by her own crimson hands	H
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III	-
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The English Dead	C
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Give honour to our heroes fall'n how ill	I
Soe'er the cause that bade them forth to die	C
Honour to him the untimely struck whom high	C
In place more high in hope 'twas fate's harsh will	I
With tedious pain unsplendidly to kill	I
Honour to him doom'd splendidly to die	C
Child of the city whose foster child am I	C
Who hotly leading up the ensanguin'd hill	I
His charging thousand fell without a word	C
Fell but shall fall not from our memory	G
Also for them let honour's voice be heard	C
Who nameless sleep while dull time covereth	J
With no illustrious shade of laurel tree	G
But with the poppy alone their deeds and death	J
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IV	C
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Gordon	F
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Idle although our homage be and vain	F
Who loudly through the door of silence press	K
And vie in zeal to crown death's nakedness	K
Not therefore shall melodious lips refrain	F
Thy praises gentlest warrior without stain	F
Denied the happy garland of success	K
Foil'd by dark fate but glorious none the less	K
Greatest of losers on the lone peak slain	F
Of Alp like virtue Not to day and not	C
To morrow shall thy spirit's splendour be	G
Oblivion's victim but when God shall find	C
All human grandeur among men forgot	C
Then only shall the world grown old and blind	C
Cease in her dotage to remember Thee	G
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V	G
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GORDON Concluded	C
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Arab Egyptian English by the sword	C
Cloven or pierced with spears or bullet mown	F
In equal fate they sleep their dust is grown	F
A portion of the fiery sands abhorred	C
And thou what hast thou hero for reward	C
Thou England's glory and her shame O'erthrown	F
Thou liest unburied or with grave unknown	F
As his to whom on Nebo's height the Lord	C
Showed all the land of Gilead unto Dan	F
Judah sea fringed Manasseh and Ephraim	L
And Jericho palmy to where Zoar lay	M
And in a valley of Moab buried him	N
Over against Beth Peor but no man	F
Knows of his sepulchre unto this day	M
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VI	C
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The True Patriotism	L
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The ever lustrous name of patriot	C
To no man be denied because he saw	K
Where in his country's wholeness lay the flaw	K
Where on her whiteness the unseemly blot	C
England thy loyal sons condemn thee What	C
Shall we be meek who from thine own breasts draw	K
Our fierceness Not ev'n thou shalt overawe	O
Us thy proud children nowise basely got	C
Be this the measure of our loyalty	G
To feel thee noble and weep thy lapse the more	P
This truth by thy true servants is confess'd	C
Thy sins who love thee most do most deplore	P
Know thou thy faithful Best they honour thee	G
Who honour in thee only what is best	C
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VII	C
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Restored Allegiance	K
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Dark is thy trespass deep be thy remorse	K
O England Fittingly thine own feet bleed	C
Submissive to the purblind guides that lead	C
Thy weary steps along this rugged course	K
Yet when I glance abroad and track the source	K
More selfish far of other nations' deed	C
And mark their tortuous craft their jealous greed	C
Their serpent wisdom or mere soulless force	K
Homeward returns my vagrant fealty	G
Crying 'O England shouldst thou one day fall	Q
Shatter'd in ruins by some Titan foe	C
Justice were thenceforth weaker throughout all	Q
The world and Truth less passionately free	G
And God the poorer for thine overthrow '	-
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VIII	C
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The Political Luminary	G
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A skilful leech so long as we were whole	R
Who scann'd the nation's every outward part	C
But ah misheard the beating of its heart	C
Sire of huge sorrows yet erect of soul	R
Swift rider with calamity for goal	R
Who overtasking his equestrian art	C
Unstall'd a steed full willing for the start	C
But wondrous hard to curb or to control	R
Sometimes we thought he led the people forth	J
Anon he seemed to follow where they flew	S
Lord of the golden tongue and smiting eyes	K
Great out of season and untimely wise	K
A man whose virtue genius grandeur worth	J
Wrought deadlier ill than ages can undo	S
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IX	K
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Foreign Menace	K
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I marvel that this land whereof I claim	D
The glory of sonship for it was erewhile	S
A glory to be sprung of Britain's isle	S
Though now it well nigh more resembles shame	D
I marvel that this land with heart so tame	D
Can brook the northern insolence and guile	S
But most it angers me to think how vile	S
Art thou how base from whom the insult came	D
Unwieldly laggard many an age behind	C
Thy sister Powers in brain and conscience both	J
In recognition of man's widening mind	C
And flexile adaptation to its growth	J
Brute bulk that bearest on thy back half loth	J
One wretched man most pitied of mankind	C
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X	K
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Home Rootedness	K
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I cannot boast myself cosmopolite	C
I own to 'insularity ' although	C
'Tis fall'n from fashion as full well I know	C
For somehow being a plain and simple wight	C
I am skin deep a child of the new light	C
But chiefly am mere Englishman below	C
Of island fostering and can hate a foe	C
And trust my kin before the Muscovite	C
Whom shall I trust if not my kin And whom	T
Account so near in natural bonds as these	K
Born of my mother England's mighty womb	T
Nursed on my mother England's mighty knees	K
And lull'd as I was lull'd in glory and gloom	T
With cradle song of her protecting seas	K
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XI	K
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Our Eastern Treasure	U
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In cobwebb'd corners dusty and dim I hear	V
A thin voice pipingly revived of late	C
Which saith our India is a cumbrous weight	C
An idle decoration bought too dear	W
The wiser world contemns not gorgeous gear	W
Just pride is no mean factor in a State	C
The sense of greatness keeps a nation great	C
And mighty they who mighty can appear	W
It may be that if hands of greed could steal	S
From England's grasp the envied orient prize	K
This tide of gold would flood her still as now	F
But were she the same England made to feel	S
A brightness gone from out those starry eyes	K
A splendour from that constellated brow	F
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XII	K
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Reported Concessions	K
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So we must palter falter cringe and shrink	X
And when the bully threatens crouch or fly	S
There are who tell me with a shuddering eye	S
That war's red cup is Satan's chosen drink	X
Who shall gainsay them Verily I do think	X
War is as hateful almost and well nigh	S
As ghastly as this terrible Peace whereby	S
We halt for ever on the crater's brink	X
And feed the wind with phrases while we know	C
There gapes at hand the infernal precipice	K
O'er which a gossamer bridge of words we throw	C
Yet cannot choose but hear from the abyss	K
The sulphurous gloom's unfathomable hiss	K
And simmering lava's subterranean flow	C
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XIII	K
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Nightmare	Y
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Written during apparent imminence of war	P
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In a false dream I saw the Foe prevail	S
The war was ended the last smoke had rolled	C
Away and we erewhile the strong and bold	C
Stood broken humbled withered weak and pale	S
And moan'd 'Our greatness is become a tale	S
To tell our childr	P