Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SHAKESPEARE, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: England, that gavest to the world so much Last Line: Nearest himself in universal power. Subject(s): Dramatists; England; Plays & Playwrights ; Poetry & Poets; Shakespeare, William (1564-1616); World War I; English; Dramatists; First World War | ||||||||
ENGLAND, that gavest to the world so much -- Full-breathing Freedom, Law's security, The sense of Justice (though we be not just) -- What gift of thine is fellow unto this Imperishable treasure of the mind, -- Enrichment of dim ages yet to be! Gone is the pomp of kings save in his page, Where by imagination's accolade He sets the peasant in the royal rank. Love, like a lavish fountain, here o'erflows In the full speech of tender rhapsody. He dreamed our dreams for us. His the one voice Of all humanity. Or knave or saint, He shows us kindred. Partisan of none, Before the world's censorious judgment-seat We find him still the advocate of each, Portraying motive as our best defense. Historian of the Soul in this strange star Where Vice and Virtue interchange their masks; Diviner of Life's inner mysteries, He yet bereaves it not of mystery's charm, And makes us all the wounds of Life endure For all the balm of Beauty. England, now, When so much gentle has been turned to mad, When peril threatens all we thought most safe, When Honor crumbles, and on Reason's throne Black Hate usurps the ermine, oh, do thou Remember Force is still the Caliban And Mind the Prospero. Keep the faith he taught, Speak with his voice for Freedom, Justice, Law, -- Ay, and for Pity, lest we sink to brutes. Shame the fierce foe with Shakespeare's noble word. Say, England was not born to feed the maw Of starved Oblivion. Let thine ardent youth Kindle to flame at royal Hal's behest And thy wise elders glow with Gaunt's farewell. His pages are the charter of our race. Let him but lead thy leaders, thou shalt stand Thy Poet's England, true and free and strong: By his ideals shalt thou conqueror be, For God hath made of him an element, Nearest Himself in universal power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...D'ANNUNZIO by ERNEST HEMINGWAY 1915: THE TRENCHES by CONRAD AIKEN TO OUR PRESIDENT by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE HORSES by KATHARINE LEE BATES CHILDREN OF THE WAR by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE U-BOAT CREWS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE RED CROSS NURSE by KATHARINE LEE BATES WAR PROFITS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE UNCHANGEABLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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