William Browne (Уильям Броун)

To England

Hail, thou my native soil! thou blessed plot
Whose equal all the world affordeth not!
Show me who can so many crystal rills,
Such sweet-clothed valleys or aspiring hills;
Such wood-ground, pastures, quarries, wealthy mines;
Such rocks in whom the diamond fairly shines;
And if the earth can show the like again,
Yet will she fail in her sea-ruling men.

From Britannia's Pastorals.

1. A Concert of Birds
2. Behold, O God!
3. May Day Customs
4. Memory
5. A Welcome

Richard Trench (Ричард Тренч) To England ("Thy duteous loving children fear for thee")

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