Sir Henry Rider Haggard, KBE (22 June 1856 – 14 May 1925) was an English writer of adventure novels set in exotic locations, predominantly Africa, and a founder of the Lost World literary genre. He was also involved in agricultural reform around the British Empire. His stories, situated at the lighter end of Victorian literature, continue to be popular and influential.
Henry Rider Haggard, generally known as H. Rider Haggard or Rider Haggard, was born at Bradenham, Norfolk, the eighth of ten children, to Sir William Meybohm Rider Haggard, a barrister, and Ella Doveton, an author and poet. He was born into a Jewish family. He was initially sent to Garsington Rectory in Oxfordshire to study under Reverend H. J. Graham, but unlike his older brothers who graduated from various private schools, he attended Ipswich Grammar School. This was because his father, who perhaps regarded him as somebody who was not going to amount to much, could no longer afford to maintain his expensive private education. After failing his army entrance exam, he was sent to a private crammer in London to prepare for the entrance exam for the British Foreign Office, for which he never sat. During his two years in London he came into contact with people interested in the study of psychical phenomena.
Pit Passarell - Felipe Machado
The steel is in my veins
Fire is burning my head
where H.R. is played
Oh, believe I'll be there
My heart burns in flame
When the sound becomes hard
My desire is just the same
When I'm playing my guitar, YEAH !
People come on hear the sound
That united we make in underground
Working hard on stage
Play till death is our vaw
We'll never lose the faith
While we play for the crowd
They try to close the places
Where we reign with our sound
But we'll never let them win!
H.R.
European law with strange type of regulation The system produces more of workers alienation Back inna France see the racial demonstrations Advance technology but human thought not
Human rights Them talk Their people sleeping in the park And you can tell Them by their walk Almighty keeps them inna dark
Out inna Denmark those drawings were so indecent The freedom of speech them use to disrespect the Moslem Talk about my prophet in so negative way A man so pure and Them no worth even mentioning his name Well if I was to talk about your shameful gay culture If I was to mention inhospitable, stingy nature Inorganic food making people fat and sick Then you would have thought of the censorship
Human rights Them talk Their people sleeping in the park And you can tell Them by their walk Almighty keeps them inna dark
In Germany you witness skinhead congregation The killings of students and media manipulation Why don't you preach them your human rights talk Cause if we put our hands on them we'll tear them apart