Question

Помогите сочинить стих про родину

Answer 1

God bless our native land 
Firm may she ever stand 
Through storm and night 
When the wild tempests rave 
Ruler of wind and wave 
Do Thou our country save 
By Thy great might 

For her our prayers shall rise 
To God above the skies 
On Him we wait 
Thou who art ever night 
Guarding with watchful eye 
To Thee aloud we cry 
God save the State 

Not on this land alone, 
but be God's mercies known 
from shore to shore: 
Lord, make the nations see 
that men should brothers be, 
and form one family 
the wide world o'er. 

2) Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, 
Who never to himself hath said, 
This is my own, my native land! 
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, 
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd 
From wandering on a foreign strand! 
If such there breathe, go, mark him well; 
For him no Minstrel raptures swell; 
High though his titles, proud his name, 
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; 
Despite those titles, power, and pelf, 
The wretch, concentred all in self, 
Living, shall forfeit fair renown, 
And, doubly dying, shall go down 
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, 
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung. 

3)My country! In thy days of glory past 
A beauteous halo circled round thy brow 
and worshipped as a deity thou wast— 
Where is thy glory, where the reverence now? 
Thy eagle pinion is chained down at last, 
And grovelling in the lowly dust art thou, 
Thy minstrel hath no wreath to weave for thee 
Save the sad story of thy misery! 
Well—let me dive into the depths of time 
And bring from out the ages, that have rolled 
A few small fragments of these wrecks sublime 
Which human eye may never more behold 
And let the guerdon of my labour be, 
My fallen country! One kind wish for thee!