✪✪✪ Forever England Poem

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Forever England 1935 John Mills

To cut him some slack, there is no way he could have known what course the war would take, and how horrible it would be. The poem represents the patriotic ideals that characterized pre-war England. The corner where he would die and get buried , then that piece of land would become a part of England since it would contain his English blood and bones that would get mixed with the soil of that land. The tone is uplifting and idealistic but also self-sacrificial. What was the problem with the soldier? Answer : The problem with the soldier was that he did not know the Spanish language. He welcomes death because it will make a small spot into a part of England. Traditionally, the sonnet is a fourteen-line poem written in iambic pentameter, employing one of several rhyme schemes, and adhering to a tightly structured thematic organization.

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Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus; Unruffled he declares before High Justice If you die before me I would jump down into your grave and hug you so innocently that angels will become jealous. No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption Or even there was not any of other natural calamities, A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing, As you see universally There is a great fall Let love stretch its hands being universal To love and teach us to love all, Pounds of pain punctured my progress Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility Swarms of stress subtracted my substance My heart exploded like a thousand thunders Amarantha sweet and faire, On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.

This is not "dinner music. If you had the choice of two women to wed, Though of course the idea is quite absurd And the first from her heels to her dainty head Was charming in every sense of the word A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, Alike, while I have holiday. Long ago the Gladiators, When the call to combat came, Marching past the massed spectators, Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim! Poems are the property of their respective owners.

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