The World's Best Poetry, Volume 8 - National Spirit by Various
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The Muses, still with Freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair; Blest Isle! with matchless beauty crowned, And manly hearts to guard the fair. _Rule, Britannia, rule the leaves! For Britons never will be slaves._ JAMES THOMSON. * * * * * THE BOWMAN'S SONG. FROM "THE WHITE COMPANY." What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free Love the old yew-tree And the land where the yew-tree grows. What of the cord? The cord was made in England: |
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