Our ‘cultural epitaphs’ are images, expressions and words from moments in history which have inspired and moved our ancestors.
They are images and memories of a culture which has been passed down through generations and is now on the decline and in the process of being discarded to the waste bin of history. As English culture is being dismantled by some politicians and some sections of society, a once proud heritage that our ancestors created is in danger of extinction.
Whilst the Scottish and Welsh are encouraged to celebrate their own culture, and indeed every other culture that has come to these islands, the English are encouraged to ignore their own culture and become British. So we have the Scottish, the Welsh and the British. Great!
London PrideLondon Pride has been handed down to us.
London Pride is a flower that's free.
London Pride means our own dear town to us,
And our pride it for ever will be.
Grey city Stubbornly implanted,
Taken so for granted For a thousand years.
Stay, city, Smokily enchanted,
Cradle of our memories and hopes and fears.
Every Blitz Your resistance Toughening,
From the Ritz To the Anchor and Crown,
Nothing ever could override
The pride of London Town.
(Noel Coward)
The SoldierGod of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget lest we forget!
(Rudyard Kipling)
Mr. ChurchillWe shall fight on the seas and oceans,
We shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air,
We shall defend our Island,
Whatever the cost may be,
We shall fight on the beaches,
We shall fight on the landing grounds,
We shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
We shall fight in the hills;
We shall never surrender
(Winston Churchill)
AgincourtWe few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
(W. Shakespeare)
I wonder how many of you feel as I do about this great Battle and evacuation of Dunkirk. The news of it came as a series of surprises and shocks, followed by equally astonishing new waves of hope. What strikes me about it is how typically English it is. Nothing, I feel, could be more English both in its beginning and its end, its folly and its grandeur. We have gone sadly wrong like this before, and here and now we must resolve never, never to do it again. What began as a miserable blunder, a catalogue of misfortunes ended as an epic of gallantry.
(J.B. Priestley)
There is a forgotten, nay almost forbidden word, which means more to me than any other. That word is ENGLAND
Winston Churchill
“When you come back to England from any foreign country, you have immediately the sensation of breathing a different air. Even in the first few minutes dozens of small things conspire to give you this feeling. The beer is bitterer, the coins are heavier, the grass is greener, the advertisements are more blatant. The crowds in the big towns, with their mild knobbly faces, their bad teeth and gentle manners, are different from a European crowd. Then the vastness of England swallows you up, and you lose for a while your feeling that the whole nation has a single identifiable character.
Are there really such things as nations? Are we not forty-six million individuals, all different? And the diversity of it, the chaos! The clatter of clogs in the Lancashire mill towns, the to-and-fro of the lorries on the Great North Road, the queues outside the Labour Exchanges, the rattle of pin-tables in the Soho pubs, the old maids hiking to Holy Communion through the mists of the autumn morning - all these are not only fragments, but CHARACTERISTIC fragments, of the English scene” (George Orwell)
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