Corwin (realcorwin) wrote,
Corwin
realcorwin

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Лондон, 1869 год.



Beautiful England, - on her Island throne,
Grandly she rules, - with half the world her own;
From her vast empire the sun ne'er departs:
She reigns a Queen - Victoria, Queen of Hearts.



A gallant piper, stuggling through the bogs,
His wind bag broken, wearing his clay clogs;
Yet, strong of heart, a fitting emblem makes
For Scotland - land of heroes and of cakes.



Geography bewitch'd - Owen Glendowr,
In Bardic grandeur, looks from shore to shore,
And sings King Arthur's long, long pedigree,
And cheese and leks, and knights of high degree.



And what shall typify the Emerald Isle?
A Peasant, happy in her baby's smile?
No fortune her's - though rish in native grace,
Herrings, potatoes, and a joyous face.



A hook-nosed lady represents fair France,
Empress of cooks, of fashions, and the dance.
Her flatt'ring glass declares that vict'ry pwer,
Beauty, wealth, arts, are her imperial dower.



These long divided nations soon may be,
By Prim's grace, joined in lasting amity.
And ladies fair - if King Fernando rules,
Grow grapes in peace, and fatten their pet mules.



Thou model chieftain - born in modern days
Well may thy gallant acts claim classic praise.
Uncompromising friend of liberty!
Thy photograph ennobles Italy!



His Majesty of Prussia - grim and old
Sadowa's King - by needle guns made bold;
With Bismark of the royal conscience, keeper,
In dreams political none wiser - deeper.



Lo! studious Germany, in her delight,
At coming glories, shewn by second sight,
And on her visioned future proudly glancing,
Her joy expresses by a lady dancing.



Dame Holland, trick'd out in her gala clothes,
And Master Belgium, with a punchy nose;
Seem on the map to represent a land,
By patriot worth, and perfect art made grand.



For Shakespeare's Prince, and the Princess of wales,
To England dear. Her royal spirit quails;
From skating faint, she rests upon the snow;
Shrinking from unclean beasts that grin below.



Peter, and Catherine, and Alexander,
Mad Paul, and Nicholas, poor shadows wander
Out in the cold; while Emperor A. the Second
In Eagles, Priests, and Bears supreme is reckoned.



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