This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ...gold, And twilight deepens into night. LINES ON GORDON'S STATUE IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE. He died, and left so sweet a memory That still he seems to live: this to him now, A double monument, first to his life, And then to the example which he leaves, A light to guide us in the years to come. PHILLPOTTS. There are ten ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1896 Excerpt: ...gold, And twilight deepens into night. LINES ON GORDON'S STATUE IN TRAFALGAR SQUARE. He died, and left so sweet a memory That still he seems to live: this to him now, A double monument, first to his life, And then to the example which he leaves, A light to guide us in the years to come. PHILLPOTTS. There are ten letters in this name; Forgive me, reader, if I think The public must be short of ink, Or are their intellects to blame? THE EMIGRANTS' RETURN. What cheer, my lads? our English land lies yonder 'neath the sky, The iron walls of Cornwall stand distinct and broad and high; Why cheer, my lads? the good ship flies and furrows through the main, And hearts are touched, for England bids us welcome back again. We love the good old country still where all true men are free, Where each may live within his rights in peace and constancy; We love the good old country still, the slow and sober ways, The peaceful homes of Englishmen that meet us as we gaze. We like the wholesome government where all are free to speak, The laws that check the tyrant while they still protect the weak, The even course that justice holds, unbiassed to the end, The hand that fells the criminal, while mercy stands his friend. We love the note of noble tone that rings from shore to shore, The daily round of noble deeds that grows from more to more, And most of all when trouble comes, some great catastrophe, The hearts of England mourn and weep in national sympathy. And is it strange that Englishmen should spread beyond the seas, That far and wide the English flag should float upon the breeze, That we should form the nucleus of nations yet to be, And hand the name of England down with all prosperity. Lead on till every English race unites from pole to pole, And federation firmly joins the ...
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