Lofty and sombre and oak-wainscoated

Lofty and sombre and oak-wainscoated,
But with patrician portraits on the panels
Of stately dames, of cavaliers who bled
Upon the foremost fields of England's annals,
What time our dauntless kings their armies led,
And warfare reddened all the river-channels
Of ‘that sweet enemy, France.’ My England! then you
Deemed fame and love things nobler than revenue.
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