Celebrating St George


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,
Is now leas’d out,–I die pronouncing it,–
Like to a tenement or pelting farm:
England, bound in with the triumphant sea,
Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege
Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,
With inky blots, and rotten parchment bonds:
That England, that was wont to conquer others,
Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

John of Gaunt (on a couch). Life and Death of King Richard II
Act II Scene 1: London: Ely House.

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4 Responses to Celebrating St George

  1. grumpydenier says:

    Is now leas’d out, – to EDF, –
    Like to a tenement, or wind farm:

    Good luck in May.

  2. Joseph T Croft says:

    I don’t celebrate St George myself , I prefer to celebrate our true Saint Edmund , ————————–St Edmund – Patron Saint of England

    November 20th is Saint Edmund’s Day, the true patron Saint of England. It is time to set the records straight, the Norman propagandists and their supporters have held sway for too long.

    When the Northmen from Normandy arrived in England towards the end of the 11th Century, they set about some cultural cleansing. They didn’t call it that in those days, they did not call it anything, but they clearly understood the purpose of their actions.

    The Norman intention was to remove obvious signs of Angle, Jutish and Saxon cultural emblems and symbols and replace them with something alien, different and more akin to whatever cultural pretentions the Normans had. Their first attempts were directed against English customs and language.

    Over the course of the next two centuries, the primacy of Saint Edmund the Martyr as the true patron Saint of the English and therefore England, was diminished in favour of the mythical image of a Middle Eastern St. George originating in the Papal/Norman Crusades.

    Although the Angles, Jutes and Saxons had other symbols of their origins such as the Raven, Boar, Wolf etc. their enduring and unifying emblem was the White Dragon – itself copied from the legions of Imperial Rome.

    As part of the power greedy Norman/Papal influence of the time and inspired by the religious fervour of the Crusades, the White Dragon Flag of the English was gradually replaced by the Red Cross (so called St. George’s Cross).

    The poetically beautiful personal names of the Angles, Jutes and Saxons, such as; Waltheof, Aelfred, Aelgifu, Aedward and many others, were lost to the more mundane names of Biblical origin with a few of Norman provenance thrown into the mix. Fortunately, since Victorian times we have enjoyed something of a revival in the use of many of our traditional English names.

    Tinkered with it might be, but our wonderfully expressive English language survived intact. Our foreign rulers of the 12th and 13th Centuries; tyrants all, had to bow to the will of the English in that respect. So it was and so it would be for the future.

  3. Mike Stallard says:

    I am appalled by the way that we Englishmen are so neglected and even attacked nowadays. By our own side of course. I understand that the White Males are under even more pressure in the USA.
    Shame really. St George’s Day might be a good time to celebrate what we have done for the world – nearly all good actually – as it slips back into barbarism now we have given up.

  4. Rich Tee says:

    I saw a comment recently that nobody displays the English flag. I suppose that must have been written by a southerner because where I live in the north of England I see it all the time, draped from bedroom windows, on vehicles and even on flagpoles at the end of gardens.

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