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#G352a* – KIPLING, Rudyard – The English Way

Posted by Greg Lance - Watkins (Greg_L-W) on 30/09/2010

The English Way
1929

After the fight at Otterburn,
Before the ravens came,
The Witch-wife rode across the fern
And spoke Earl Percy‘s name. 

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“Stand up-stand up, Northumberland!
I bid you answer true,
If England’s King has under his hand
A Captain as good as you?”

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Then up and spake the dead Percy-
Oh, but his wound was sore!
“Five hundred Captains as good,” said he,
“And I trow five hundred more.

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“But I pray you by the lifting skies,
And the young wind over the grass,
That you take your eyes from off my eyes,
And let my spirit pass.”

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“Stand up-stand up, Northumberland!
I charge you answer true,
If ever you dealt in steel and brand,
How went the fray with you?” 

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“Hither and yon,” the Percy said;
“As every fight must go;
For some they fought and some they fled,
And some struck ne’er a blow.

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“But I pray you by the breaking skies,
And the first call from the nest,
That you turn your eyes away from my eyes,
And let me to my rest.”

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“Stand up-stand up, Northumberland!
I will that you answer true,
If you and your men were quick again,
How would it be with you?”

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“Oh, we would speak of hawk and hound,
And the red deer where they rove,
And the merry foxes the country round,
And the maidens that we love.

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“We would not speak of steel or steed,
Except to grudge the cost;
And he that had done the doughtiest deed
Would mock himself the most.

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“But I pray you by my keep and tower,
And the tables in my hall,
And I pray you by my lady’s bower
(Ah, bitterest of all!)

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“That you lift your eyes from outen my eyes,
Your hand from off my breast,
And cover my face from the red sun-rise,
And loose me to my rest!”

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She has taken her eyes from out of his eyes-
Her palm from off his breast,
And covered his face from the red sun-rise,
And loosed him to his rest.

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“Sleep you, or wake, Northumberland-
You shall not speak again,
And the word you have said ‘twixt quick and dead
I lay on Englishmen.

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“So long as Severn runs to West
Or Humber to the East,
That they who bore themselves the best
Shall count themselves the least. 

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“While there is fighting at the ford,
Or flood along the Tweed,
That they shall choose the lesser word
To cloke the greater deed.

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“After the quarry and the kill-
The fair fight and the fame-
With an ill face and an ill grace
Shall they rehearse the same. 

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“Greater the deed, greater the need
Lightly to laugh it away,
Shall be the mark of the English breed
Until the Judgment Day!”
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“In politics, stupidity is not a handicap.” Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821),
Regards,
Greg L-W.
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British Politicians with pens and treachery, in pursuit of their own agenda and greed, have done more damage to the liberty, freedoms, rights and democracy of the British peoples than any army in over 1,000 years.

The disastrous effects of British politicians selling Britain into the thrall of foreign rule by the EU for their own personal rewards has damaged the well-being of Britain more than the armies of Hitler and the Franco – German – Italian axis of 1939 – 1945.

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#352b* – KIPLING, Rudyard – The River’s Tale

Posted by Greg Lance - Watkins (Greg_L-W) on 30/09/2010

#352b* – KIPLING, Rudyard – The River’s Tale

The River’s Tale

Prehistoric

    Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew–
    (Twenty bridges or twenty-two)–
    Wanted to know what the River knew,
    For they were young and the Thames was old,
    And this is the tale that the River told:– 
    “I WALK my beat before London Town,
    Five hour up and seven down.
    Up I go till I end my run
    At Tide-end-town, which is Teddington.
    Down I come with the mud in my hands
    And plaster it over the Maplin Sands.
    But I’d have you know that these waters of mine
    Were once a branch of the River Rhine,
    When hundreds of miles to the East I went
    And England was joined to the Continent.
    “I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds,
    The Age of Ice and the mammoth herds,
    And the giant tigers that stalked them down
    Through Regent’s Park into Camden Town.
    And I remember like yesterday
    The earliest Cockney who came my way,
    When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand,
    With paint on his face and a club in his hand.
    He was death to feather and fin and fur.
    He trapped my beavers at Westminster.
    He netted my salmon, he hunted my deer,
    He killed my heron off Lambeth Pier.
    He fought his neighbour with axes and swords,
    Flint or bronze, at my upper fords,
    While down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin,
    The tall Phoenician ships stole in.
    And North Sea war-boats, painted and gay,
    Flashed like dragon-flies, Erith way;
    And Norseman and Negro and Gaul and Greek
    Drank with the Britons in Barking Creek,
    And life was gay, and the world was new,
    And I was a mile across at Kew!
    But the Roman came with a heavy hand,
    And bridged and roaded and ruled the land,
    And the Roman left and the Danes blew in–
    And that’s where your history-books begin!”

“In politics, stupidity is not a handicap.” Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821),

Regards,
Greg L-W.

for all my contact details & Blogs: CLICK HERE  

British Politicians with pens and treachery, in pursuit of their own agenda and greed, have done more damage to the liberty, freedoms, rights and democracy of the British peoples than any army in over 1,000 years.

The disastrous effects of British politicians selling Britain into the thrall of foreign rule by the EU for their own personal rewards has damaged the well-being of Britain more than the armies of Hitler and the Franco – German – Italian axis of 1939 – 1945.

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#G352c* – KIPLING, Rudyard – The Roman Centurion’s Song

Posted by Greg Lance - Watkins (Greg_L-W) on 30/09/2010

The Roman Centurion’s Song

Roman Occupation of Britain, A.D. 300

    LEGATE, I had the news last night–my cohort ordered home
    By ships to Portus Itius and thence by road to Rome.
    I’ve marched the companies aboard, the arms are stowed below;
    Now let another take my sword. Command me not to go!
    I’ve served in Britain forty years, from Vectis to the Wall.
    I have none other home than this, nor any life at all.
    Last night I did not understand, but, now the hour draws near
    That calls me to my native land, I feel that land is here.
    Here where men say my name was made, here where my work was done;
    Here where my dearest dead are laid–my wife–my wife and son;
    Here where time, custom, grief and toil, age, memory, service, love,
    Have rooted me in British soil. Ah, how can I remove?
    For me this land, that sea, these airs, those folk and fields suffice.
    What purple Southern pomp can match our changeful Northern skies,
    Black with December snows unshed or pearled with August haze–
    The clanging arch of steel-grey March, or June’s long-lighted days?
    You’ll follow widening Rodanus till vine and olive lean
    Aslant before the sunny breeze that sweeps Nemausus clean
    To Arelate’s triple gate: but let me linger on,
    Here where our stiff-necked British oaks confront Euroclydon!
    You’ll take the old Aurelian Road through shore-descending pines
    Where, blue as any peacock’s neck, the Tyrrhene Ocean shines.
    You’ll go where laurel crowns are won, but–will you e’er forget
    The scent of hawthorn in the sun, or bracken in the wet?
    Let me work here for Britain’s sake–at any task you will–
    A marsh to drain, a road to make or native troops to drill.
    Some Western camp (I know the Pict) or granite Border keep,
    Mid seas of heather derelict, where our old messmates sleep.
    Legate, I come to you in tears–My cohort ordered home!
    I’ve served in Britain forty years. What should I do in Rome?
    Here is my heart, my soul, my mind–the only life I know,
    I cannot leave it all behind. Command me not to go!

The Pirates in England

Saxon Invasion, A.D. 400-600

    WHEN Rome was rotten-ripe to her fall,
    And the sceptre passed from her hand,
    The pestilent Picts leaped over the wall
    To harry the English land.
    The little dark men of the mountain and waste,
    So quick to laughter and tears,
    They came panting with hate and haste
    For the loot of five hundred years.
    They killed the trader, they sacked the shops,
    They ruined temple and town–
    They swept like wolves through the standing crops
    Crying that Rome was down.
    They wiped out all that they could find
    Of beauty and strength and worth,
    But they could not wipe out the Viking’s Wind
    That brings the ships from the North.
    They could not wipe out the North-East gales
    Nor what those gales set free–
    The pirate ships with their close-reefed sails,
    Leaping from sea to sea.
    They had forgotten the shield-hung hull
    Seen nearer and more plain,
    Dipping into the troughs like a gull,
    And gull-like rising again–
    The painted eyes that glare and frown
    In the high snake-headed stem,
    Searching the beach while her sail comes down,
    They had forgotten them!
    There was no Count of the Saxon Shore
    To meet her hand to hand,
    As she took the beach with a grind and a roar,
    And the pirates rushed inland!

The Dane-Geld

A.D. 980-1016

    IT is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation
    To call upon a neighbour and to say:–
    “We invaded you last night–we are quite prepared to fight,
    Unless you pay us cash to go away.”
    And that is called asking for Dane-geld,
    And the people who ask it explain
    That you’ve only to pay ’em the Dane-geld
    And then you’ll get rid of the Dane!
    It is always a temptation to a rich and lazy nation,
    To puff and look important and to say:–
    “Though we know we should defeat you, we have not the time to meet you.
    We will therefore pay you cash to go away.”
    And that is called paying the Dane-geld;
    But we’ve proved it again and again,
    That if once you have paid him the Dane-geld
    You never get rid of the Dane.
    It is wrong to put temptation in the path of any nation,
    For fear they should succumb and go astray;
    So when you are requested to pay up or be molested,
    You will find it better policy to say:–
    “We never pay any-one Dane-geld,
    Nor matter how trifling the cost;
    For the end of that game is oppression and shame,
    And the nation that plays it is lost!”

The Anvil

Norman Conquest, 1066

    ENGLAND’S on the anvil–hear the hammers ring–
    Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne!
    Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King–
    England’s being hammered, hammered, hammered into line.
    England’s on the anvil! Heavy are the blows!
    (But the work will be a marvel when it’s done.)
    Little bits of Kingdoms cannot stand against their foes.
    England’s being hammered, hammered, hammered into one!
    There shall be one people–it shall serve one Lord–
    (Neither Priest nor Baron shall escape!)
    It shall have one speech and law, soul and strength and sword.
    England’s being hammered, hammered, hammered into shape!

“In politics, stupidity is not a handicap.” Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821),
Regards,
Greg L-W.
for all my contact details & Blogs: CLICK HERE  

British Politicians with pens and treachery, in pursuit of their own agenda and greed, have done more damage to the liberty, freedoms, rights and democracy of the British peoples than any army in over 1,000 years.

The disastrous effects of British politicians selling Britain into the thrall of foreign rule by the EU for their own personal rewards has damaged the well-being of Britain more than the armies of Hitler and the Franco – German – Italian axis of 1939 – 1945.

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#G352d* – KIPLING, Rudyard – Norman and Saxon

Posted by Greg Lance - Watkins (Greg_L-W) on 30/09/2010

#G352d* – KIPLING, Rudyard – Norman and Saxon

Norman and Saxon

A.D. 1100

    “MY son,” said the Norman Baron, 
    “I am dying, and you will be heir
    To all the broad acres in England 
    that William gave me for my share
    When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, 
    and a nice little handful it is. 
     
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    But before you go over to rule it 
    I want you to understand this:– 
     
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    “The Saxon is not like us Normans. 
    His manners are not so polite.
    But he never means anything serious 
    till he talks about justice and right. 
     
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    When he stands like an ox in the furrow 
    with his sullen set eyes on your own,
    And grumbles, ‘This isn’t fair dealing,’ 
    my son, leave the Saxon alone. 
     
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    “You can horsewhip your Gascony archers, 
    or torture your Picardy spears;
    But don’t try that game on the Saxon; 
    you’ll have the whole brood round your ears. 
     
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    From the richest old Thane in the country 
    to the poorest chained serf in the field,
    They’ll be at you and on you like hornets, 
    and, if you are wise, you will yield. 
     
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    “But first you must master their language, 
    their dialect, proverbs and songs. 
    Don’t trust any clerk to interpret 
    when they come with the tale of their wrongs. 
     
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    Let them know that you know what they’re saying; 
    let them feel that you know what to say. 
    Yes, even when you want to go hunting, 
    hear ’em out if it takes you all day. 
     
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    “They’ll drink every hour of the daylight 
    and poach every hour of the dark. 
    It’s the sport not the rabbits they’re after
    (we’ve plenty of game in the park). 
     
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    Don’t hang them or cut off their fingers. 
    That’s wasteful as well as unkind,
    For a hard-bitten, South-country poacher 
    makes the best man-at-arms you can find.
     
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    “Appear with your wife and the children 
    at their weddings and funerals and feasts.
    Be polite but not friendly to Bishops; 
    be good to all poor parish priests. 
     
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    Say ‘we’, ‘us’ and ‘ours’ when you’re talking, 
    instead of ‘you fellows’ and ‘I.’
    Dont’ ride over seeds; keep your temper; 
    and never you tell ’em a lie!”
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“In politics, stupidity is not a handicap.” Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-1821),

Regards,
Greg L-W.

for all my contact details & Blogs: CLICK HERE  

British Politicians with pens and treachery, in pursuit of their own agenda and greed, have done more damage to the liberty, freedoms, rights and democracy of the British peoples than any army in over 1,000 years.

The disastrous effects of British politicians selling Britain into the thrall of foreign rule by the EU for their own personal rewards has damaged the well-being of Britain more than the armies of Hitler and the Franco – German – Italian axis of 1939 – 1945.

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