God bless our native land <span>Firm may she ever stand </span> <span>Through storm and night </span> <span>When the wild tempests rave </span> <span>Ruler of wind and wave </span> <span>Do Thou our country save </span> <span>By Thy great might </span>
<span>For her our prayers shall rise </span> <span>To God above the skies </span> <span>On Him we wait </span> <span>Thou who art ever night </span> <span>Guarding with watchful eye </span> <span>To Thee aloud we cry </span> <span>God save the State </span>
<span>Not on this land alone, </span> <span>but be God's mercies known </span> <span>from shore to shore: </span> <span>Lord, make the nations see </span> <span>that men should brothers be, </span> <span>and form one family </span> <span>the wide world o'er. </span>
<span>2) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, </span> <span>Who never to himself hath said, </span> <span>This is my own, my native land! </span> <span>Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, </span> <span>As home his footsteps he hath turn'd </span> <span>From wandering on a foreign strand! </span> <span>If such there breathe, go, mark him well; </span> <span>For him no Minstrel raptures swell; </span> <span>High though his titles, proud his name, </span> <span>Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; </span> <span>Despite those titles, power, and pelf, </span> <span>The wretch, concentred all in self, </span> <span>Living, shall forfeit fair renown, </span> <span>And, doubly dying, shall go down </span> <span>To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, </span> <span>Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. </span>
<span>3)My country! In thy days of glory past </span> <span>A beauteous halo circled round thy brow </span> <span>and worshipped as a deity thou wast— </span> <span>Where is thy glory, where the reverence now? </span> <span>Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last, </span> <span>And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou, </span> <span>Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee </span> <span>Save the sad story of thy misery! </span> <span>Well—let me dive into the depths of time </span> <span>And bring from out the ages, that have rolled </span> <span>A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime </span> <span>Which human eye may never more behold </span> <span>And let the guerdon of my labour be, </span> <span>My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!</span>
In summer I like to play outside. In summer I like to go to the seaside. I like to pick up shells, To put them on the shelf. That’s what I like to do sometimes, <span>When it comes the summertime.
</span>Outside the sun is shinning to it’s height. Children’s playing water games. Outside it is the summertime. <span>And it’s fun with friends to play. вот простые </span>