'Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers, With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?'
'We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter, Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples and cheese.'
Oh! The roast beef of England, And old England's roast beef!Henry Fielding
England's not a bad country. It's just a mean, cold, ugly, divided, tired, clapped-out, post-imperial, post-industrial slag-heap covered in polystyrene hamburger cartons.Margaret Drabble
If I should die, thinkonly this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich dust a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
God! I will pack, and take a train, And get me to England once again! For England's the one land,I know, Where men with Splendid Hearts may go.
Now Sark rins o'er the Solway sands, An' Tweed rins to the ocean, To mark where England's province stands, Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!Robert Burns
Goodbye England's Rose; May you ever grow n our hearts.elton john
England's foreign policy should always be inspired by the love of freedom. There should be a sympathy with freedom, a desire to give it scope, founded not upon visionary ideas but upon the long experience of many generations within the shores of this happy isle, that in freedom one lays the firmest foundations both of loyalty and order.
England's difficulty is not Ulster's opportunity. However we are treated, and however others act, let us act rightly. We do not seek to purchase terms by selling our patriotism.
Oh, the roast beef of England,And old England's roast beef!Henry Fielding
Acts and Monuments made Foxe England's first literary celebrity.john foxe
Long, long may it be, ere he comes again! His hour is one of darkness, and adversity, and peril. But should domestic tyranny oppress us, or the invader's step pollute our soil, still may the Gray Champion come, for he is the type of New England's hereditary spirit; and his shadowy march, on the eve of danger, must ever be the pledge, that New England's sons will vindicate their ancestry.Nathaniel Hawthorne
Far from New England's blustering shore,New England's worm her hulk shall bore,And sink her in the Indian seas,Twine, wine, and hides, and China teas.Henry David Thoreau
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate, And not the wonders of thy youth relate; How can I see the gay, the brave, the young, Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung! In joys of conquest he resigns his breath, And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.joseph addison
Richard Dawkins is arguably England's most pious atheist.simon conway morris
Nobody's wrong but England – and England's always wrong, Too late – or else too early – too soft – or else too strong. And when for once the wide world begins to praise her name Her own sons crowd and hurry to shout her back to shame.a. p. herbert
I first drew in New England's air, and from her hardy breast Sucked in the tyrant-hating milk that will not let me rest.james russell lowell
That, by the accident of an illegality in the codicil to his will, it should have been possible for Hugh Lane's pet collection to be snaffled by the British Government, is a fitting conclusion to the shabby story of England's appreciation of French impressionist painting.frank rutter
I will not cease from mental fight, not shall my sword sleep in my hand. Till we have built Jerusalem, in England's green and pleasant land.william blake
England's innermost truth and at the same time her most valuable contribution to the assets of the human family is the "gentleman", rescued from the dusty chivalry of the early Middle Ages and now penetrating into the remotest corner of modern English life. It is an ultimate principle hat never fails to carry conviction, the shining armour of the perfect knight in soul and body, and the miserable coffin of poor natural feelings.
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
The New World's sons from England's breast we drew Such milk as bids remember whence we came, Proud of her past wherefrom our future grew, This window we inscribe with Raleigh's fame.
The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food It ennobled our hearts and enriched our blood Our soldiers were brave and our courtiers were good. Oh! the roast beef of England, And Old England's roast beef.
I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.”