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Politics : Sharks in the Septic Tank -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: thames_sider who wrote (32431)	10/13/2001 1:57:33 PM
From: gao seng	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 82486

Did you visit the site from the link I provided? Throughout English Imperialism writers had always warned against creating too vast an Empire, fearing England would become drunk with power. None were as out spoken as Rudyard Kipling and William Butler Yeats. Though these two men are from different cultures and have different views on EnglishImperialism they both use a common source as background for many of their writings. Rudyard Kipling was born in India and greatly appreciated British Imperialism. In his peom "Recessional" Kipling uses the Bible as background to show how Britain has become "drunk with the sight of power", and needs to remember the "Judge of the Nations." William Butler Yeats had a completely different view of British Imperialism. Being born Irish he had lived his life under British rule without the rights of a British citizen. In his poem, , Yeats uses the account of Christ's second coming in Matthew 24 to show how England's actions could be signs of the second coming. The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats First Published in 1922 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?