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DEFENCE OF THE ISLANDS
Let these memorials of built stone – music's enduring instrument, of many centuries of patient cultivation of the earth, of English verse
be joined with the memory of this defence of the islands
and the memory of those appointed to the grey ships – battleship, merchantman, trawler – contributing their share to the ages' pavement of British bone on the sea floor
and of those who, in man's newest form of gamble with death, fight the power of darkness in air
and fire
and of those who have followed their forbears
to Flanders and France, those undefeated in defeat, unalterable in triumph, changing nothing
of their ancestors' ways but the weapons
and those again for whom the paths of glory are
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the lanes and the streets of Britain:
to say to the past and the future generations of our kin and of our speech, that we took up our positions, in obedience to instructions.
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Music! Sphere-descended maid. Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
(W. Collins)
If way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at the Worst (Th. Hardy).
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«He's a big chap. Well you've never heard so many wellbr d commonplaces come from beneath the same bowler hat. The Platitude from Outer Space – that's brother Nigel.»
(J. Osborne. Look Back in Anger)
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: And there was dead silence. Till at last came the whisper: «1 didn't kill Henry. No, NO! Henry, surely you cannot blame me. I loved you, dearest» (D.H. Lawrence. The Lovely Lady).
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«Yes, Master Jon.»
«Do let's have tea, under the oak tree when they come; I know, they'd like it best.» «You mean you'd like it best.»
Little Jon considered.
«No, they would, to please me.»
(J. Galsworthy. Awakening)
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...his liver was a little constricted, and his nerves rather on edge. His wife was always out when she was in Town, and his daughter would flibberty-gibbet all over the place.
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Pipit sat upright in her chair
Some distance from where I was sitting;
Views of Oxford Colleges
Lay on the table, with the knitting.
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