Нужно небольшое стихотворение на английском языке об Англии.

возьми что-нибудь из Киплинга.
он искренне любил свою страну.

On a Lane in SpringA little lane - the brook runs close beside, And spangles in the sunshine, while the fish glide swiftly by; And hedges leafing with the green springtide; From out their greenery the old birds fly, And chirp and whistle in the morning sun; The pilewort glitters 'neath the pale blue sky, The little robin has its nest begun The grass-green linnets round the bushes fly. How mild the spring comes in! the daisy buds Lift up their golden blossoms to the sky. How lovely are the pingles in the woods! Here a beetle runs - and there a fly Rests on the arum leaf in bottle-green, And all the spring in this sweet lane is seen.JOHN CLARE

'This England' from Richard ll:

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,
This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,
Fear'd by their breed and famous by their earth