A Song of the English - Illustrated by W. Heath Robinson , livre ebook

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This edition of Kipling’s "The Song of the English" was originally published in November 1909. It included the six subsidiary poems: The Coastwise Lights, The Song of the Dead, The Deep-Sea Cables, The Song of the Sons, The Song of the Cities, and England's Answer.
The theme underlying much of this collection, is that the English are the Chosen under the Lord, so long as they obey the Law. This is one of Kipling’s earliest verses specifically setting out his vision of the British Empire, and the duties which it imposes on the English (British) people. His definition of 'the English' is wide, certainly embracing the people of the overseas Empire, Australia, New Xealand, Canada, South Africa, but arguably also the Americans.
These classic poems are accompanied by thirty incredible colour illustrations and many beautiful and intricate black and white drawings by W. Heath Robinson. An English cartoonist and illustrator, best known for drawings of ridiculously complicated machines – for achieving deceptively simple objectives. Such was (and is) his fame, that the term ‘Heath Robinson’ entered the English language during the First World War, as a description of any unnecessarily complex and implausible contrivance.

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Publié par	Read Books Ltd.
Date de parution	18 mai 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528782876
Langue	English

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A SONG OF THE ENGLISH
WE ARE WAITING BY THE TRAILS THAT WE LOST

CONTENTS
I. A SONG OF THE ENGLISH
Fair is our lot-O goodly is our heritage!
II. THE COASTWISE LIGHTS
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees .
III. THE SONG OF THE DEAD
Hear now the Song of the Dead-in the North by the torn berg-edges .
IV. THE DEEP-SEA CABLES
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar .
V. THE SONG OF THE SONS
One from the ends of the earth-gifts at an open door .
VI. THE SONG OF THE CITIES:-
BOMBAY
Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen .
CALCUTTA
Me the Sea-captain loved, the River built .
MADRAS
Clive kissed me on the mouth and eyes and brow .
RANGOON
Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade?
SINGAPORE
Hail, Mother! East and West must seek my aid .
HONG-KONG
Hail, Mother! Hold me fast; my Praya sleeps .
HALIFAX
Into the mist my guardian prows put forth .
QUEBEC AND MONTREAL
Peace is our portion. Yet a whisper rose .
VICTORIA
From East to West the circling word has passed .
CAPETOWN
Hail! Snatched and bartered oft from hand to hand .
MELBOURNE
Greeting! Nor fear nor favour won us place .
SYDNEY
Greeting! My birth-stain have I turned to good .
BRISBANE
The northern stirp beneath the southern skies .
HOBART
Man s love first found me; man s hate made me Hell .
AUCKLAND
Last , loneliest , loveliest , exquisite , apart .
VII. ENGLAND S ANSWER
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban .
ILLUSTRATIONS IN COLOUR
1 . Follow after-we are waiting by the trails that we lost,
For the sounds of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.
2 . Fair is our lot-O goodly is our heritage!
(Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!
For the Lord our God Most High
He hath made the deep as dry,
He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!
3 . Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees;
Our loins are battered neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.
4 . Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors.
5 . Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guardports of the Morn!
Beat up, beat in from Southerly, O gipsies of the Horn,
Swift shuttles of an Empire s loom that weave us, main to main,
The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again!
6 . Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need,
Till the Soul that is not man s soul was lent us to lead.
7 . Then the wood failed-then the food failed-then the last water dried-
In the faith of little children we lay down and died.
8 . On the sand-drift-on the veldt-side-in the fern-scrub we lay,
That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way.
9 .