10.04.2012, 20:42
Michael Drayton
Indomitable heart, that all thy days
Didst strive with Fortune in her sourest mood,
Yet ay hadst will to work thy country's good,
And voice of gold to sing her royal prayse,
Thine eye and heart knew all her lovely ways
By fairy well and deep enchanted wood,
By Arden's oaks and Ankor's silver flood,
And where high Pendle takes the morning rays.
Thine was the pride and clang of England's war,
Of royal Harry and his archers true,
And thine the dream of splendid lands afar
Where, grpwing still in majesty and grace,
The breed of Drake and Hawkins should renew
The Maiden's glory and the Imperial Race.
Indomitable heart, that all thy days
Didst strive with Fortune in her sourest mood,
Yet ay hadst will to work thy country's good,
And voice of gold to sing her royal prayse,
Thine eye and heart knew all her lovely ways
By fairy well and deep enchanted wood,
By Arden's oaks and Ankor's silver flood,
And where high Pendle takes the morning rays.
Thine was the pride and clang of England's war,
Of royal Harry and his archers true,
And thine the dream of splendid lands afar
Where, grpwing still in majesty and grace,
The breed of Drake and Hawkins should renew
The Maiden's glory and the Imperial Race.