Robert Browning (Роберт Браунинг)

Home-Thoughts, from the Sea

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away;
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay;
Bluish 'mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay;
In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and gray;
"Here and here did England help me: how can I help England?"—say,
Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray,
While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.

1. Protus
2. Thus The Mayne Glideth
3. The Italian in England
4. How It Strikes a Contemporary
5. The Real and True and Sure

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