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ENGLAND, QUEEN OF THE WAVES

ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE

[The closing poem in a series called "The Armada," written in celebration of the 300th anniversary of the destruction of the Spanish Armada.]

England, queen of the waves whose green inviolate girdle enrings thee round,
Mother fair as the morning, where is now the place of thy foemen found?
Still the sea that salutes us free proclaims them stricken, acclaims thee crowned.
Times may change, and the skies grow strange with signs of treason and fraud and
fear:

Foes in union of strange communion may rise against thee from far and near:
Sloth and greed on thy strength may feed as cankers waxing from year to year.
Yet, though treason and fierce unreason should league and lie and defame and smite,
We that know thee, how far below thee the hatred burns of the sons of night,
We that love thee behold above thee the witness written of life in light.

Life that shines from thee shows forth signs that none may read not but eyeless foes:

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Hate, born blind, in his abject mind grows hopeful now but as madness grows:
Love, born wise, with exultant eyes adores thy glory, beholds and glows.
Truth is in thee, and none may win thee to lie, forsaking the face of truth:
Freedom lives by the grace she gives thee, born again from thy deathless youth:
Faith should fail, and the world turn pale, wert thou the prey of the serpent's tooth.
Greed and fraud, unabashed, unawed, may strive to sting thee at heel in vain :
Craft and fear and mistrust may leer and mourn and murmur and plead and plain;
Thou art thou: and thy sunbright brow is hers that blasted the strength of Spain.
Mother, mother beloved, none other could claim in place of thee England's place:
Earth bears none that beholds the sun so pure of record, so clothed with grace:
Dear our mother, nor son nor brother is thine, as strong or as fair of face.
How shalt thou be abased? or how shall fear take hold of thy heart? of thine,
England, maiden immortal, laden with charge of life and with hopes divine?
Earth shall wither, when eyes turned hither behold not light in her darkness shine.
England, none that is born thy son, and lives, by grace of thy glory, free,
Lives and yearns not at heart and burns with hope to serve as he worships thee;
None may sing thee: the sea-wind's wing beats down our songs as it hails the sea.
(1888)

BY AN EVOLUTIONIST

ALFRED TENNYSON

[Note these divisions in the poem: the opening stanza, in which the poet imaginatively states the whole subject of the relation of man's body and soul; the four numbered stanzas, giving the two speeches of the Evolutionist; and the reply of Old Age to the first of these speeches.]

The Lord let the house of a brute to the soul of a man,

And the man said, "Am I your debtor?" And the Lord-“Not yet: but make it as clean as you can,

And then I will let you a better."

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WHEN BURBAGE PLAYED

AUSTIN DOBSON

[Burbage was the leading tragic actor of Shakespeare's company, who first played_Hamlet. The form of this poem is the old French rondeau, based on a refrain twice repeated from the opening phrase.]

When Burbage played, the stage was bare
Of fount and temple, tower and stair;
Two backswords eked a battle out;
Two supers made a rabble rout;
The Throne of Denmark was a chair!

And yet, no less, the audience there
Thrilled through all changes of Despair,
Hope, Anger, Fear, Delight, and Doubt,
When Burbage played!

This is the actor's gift: to share
All moods, all passions, nor to care
One whit for scene, so he without
Can lead men's minds the roundabout,
Stirred as of old those hearers were
When Burbage played!

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Copyrighted by Little, Brown & Company.

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[In this poem Kipling celebrated English imperialism at a time when he felt it was little understood by the English themselves. Four omitted lines (after the second) have to do with temporary political conditions.]

Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro

And what should they know of England who only England know?

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We may not speak of England; her flag's to sell or share.

What is the Flag of England? Winds of the world, declare!

The North Wind blew: "From Bergen my steel-shod vanguards go;
I chase your lazy whalers home from the Disko floe.1
By the great North Lights above me I work the will of God,
And the liner splits on the ice-fields, or the Dogger2 fills with cod.

"I barred my gates with iron, I shuttered my doors with flame,
Because to force my ramparts your nutshell navies came.

I took the sun from their presence, I cut them down with my blast,
And they died, but the Flag of England blew free ere the spirit passed.

* Copyrighted_by Little, Brown & Company.
1 Disko floe. Ice-drift from Greenland.

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2 Dogger. A fishing bank in the North Sea.

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"The lean white bear hath seen it in the long, long Arctic night,
The musk-ox knows the standard that flouts the Northern Light:
What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my bergs to dare,
Ye have but my drifts to conquer. Go forth, for it is there!"

The South Wind sighed: "From the Virgins1 my mid-sea course was ta'en
Over a thousand islands lost in an idle main,

Where the sea-egg flames on the coral and the long-backed breakers croon
Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, locked lagoon.

"Strayed amid lonely islets, mazed amid outer keys,

I waked the palms to laughter-I tossed the scud in the breeze.

Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone,

But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown.

"I have wrenched it free from the halliards to hang for a wisp on the Horn;

I have chased it north to the Lizard,2 ribboned and rolled and torn;

I have spread its fold o'er the dying, adrift in a hopeless sea;
I have hurled it swift on the slaver, and seen the slave set free.

"My basking sunfish know it, and wheeling albatross,
Where the lone wave fills with fire beneath the Southern Cross.
What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my reefs to dare,
Ye have but my seas to furrow. Go forth, for it is there!"

The East Wind roared: "From the Kuriles, the Bitter Seas, I come,
And me men call the Home-Wind, for I bring the English home.
Look-look well to your shipping! By the breath of my mad typhoon
I swept your close-packed Praya, and beached your best at Kowloon !5

"The reeling junks behind me, and the racing seas before,

I raped your richest roadstead-I plundered Singapore!

I set my hand on the Hoogli; as a hooded snake she rose;

And I flung your stoutest steamers to roost with the startled crows.

"Never the lotos closes, never the wild-fowl wake,

But a soul goes out on the East Wind that died for England's sake-
Man or woman or suckling, mother or bride or maid-

Because on the bones of the English the English Flag is stayed.

"The desert-dust hath dimmed it, the flying wild-ass knows,
The scared white leopard winds it across the taintless snows.
What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my sun to dare,
Ye have but my sands to travel. Go forth, for it is there!"

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The West Wind called: "In squadrons the thoughtless galleons fly
That bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred people die.
They make my might their porter, they make my house their path,
And I loose my neck from their service and whelm them all in my wrath.

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"I draw the gliding fog-bank as a snake is drawn from the hole; They bellow one to the other, the frighted ship-bells toll:

For day is a drifting terror till I raise the shroud with my breath,

And they see strange bows above them, and the two go locked to death.

1 Virgins. Islands of the West Indies.

2 Lizard. The headland first sighted by ships approaching England from the south. 3 Kuriles. Islands northeast of Japan.

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4 Praya. An embankment.

6 Hoogli. The chief branch in the delta of the River Ganges.

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