Empire Club Speeches, Volume 12

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William Briggs., 1915 - Speeches, addresses, etc
 

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Page 201 - The quality of mercy is not strained, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Page 201 - Again, ye have heard that it hath been said by them of old time, Thou shalt not forswear thyself, but shalt perform unto the Lord thine oaths: But I say unto you, Swear not at all...
Page 165 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 64 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Page 189 - May the great God, whom I worship, grant to my country, and for the benefit of Europe in general, a great and glorious victory, and may no misconduct in any one tarnish it; and may humanity after victory be the predominant feature in the British fleet!
Page 164 - A song of hate is a song of Hell ; Some there be that sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song: We lift our hearts to heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love, — England! Glory of thought and glory of deed, Glory of Hampden and Runnymede; Glory of ships that sought far goals, Glory of swords and glory of souls! Glory of songs, mounting as birds, Glory immortal of magical words ; Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson, Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott...
Page 165 - Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire, Cast her ashes into the sea, — • She shall escape, she shall aspire, She shall arise to make men free : She shall arise in a sacred scorn, Lighting the lives that are yet unborn; Spirit supernal, Splendour eternal, ENGLAND!
Page 164 - Shatter her beauteous breast ye may; The spirit of England none can slay! Dash the bomb on the dome of Paul's — Deem ye the fame of the Admiral falls? Pry the stone from the chancel floor — Dream ye that Shakespeare shall live no more? Where is the giant shot that kills Wordsworth walking the old green hills?
Page 25 - We shall never sheathe the sword which we have not lightly drawn until Belgium recovers in full measure all and more than all that she has sacrificed, until France is adequately secured against the menace of aggression, until the rights of the smaller nationalities of Europe are placed upon an unassailable foundation, and until the military domination of Prussia is wholly and finally destroyed.
Page 79 - To set the Cause above renown, To love the game beyond the prize, To honour while you strike him down The foe that comes with fearless eyes : To count the life of battle good, And dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood That binds the brave of all the earth.

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