England is not the jewelled isle of Shakespeare's much- quoted passage, nor is it the inferno depicted by Dr Goebbels. More than either it resembles a family, a rather stuffy Victorian family, with not many black sheep in it but with all its cupboards bursting with skeletons.
Fairest Isle, all isles excelling, Seat of pleasures, and of loves; Venus here will choose her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves. 291john dryden
Absence makes the heart grow fonder: Isle of Beauty, fare thee well!thomas haynes bayly
Fairest Isle, all isles excelling, Seat of pleasures, and of loves; Venus here will choose her dwelling, And forsake her Cyprian groves.john dryden
Who shall tempt with wand'ring feet The dark unbottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight Upborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy Isle.john milton
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 you lay the firmest foundations both of loyalty and order ; the firmest foundations for the development of individual character ; and the best provision for the happiness of the nation at large.william ewart gladstone
There's a dear little plant that grows in our Isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it; And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland; And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet little, green little, shamrock of Ireland!andrew cherry
Your Isle, which stands As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in With rocks unscalable, and roaring waters.william shakespeare
Be not afeard. The Isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice Isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.Percy Bysshe Shelley
On a lone barren Isle, where the wild roaring billowsAssail the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave,The hero lies still, while the dew-drooping willows,Like fond weeping mourners, lean over his grave.The lightnings may flash and the loud thunders rattle;He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all pain;He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle;No sound can awake him to glory again!lyman heath
Never was Isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown.rudyard kipling