Constituencies (a.k.a.
parliamentary constituencies): each electing one Member of Parliament (MP)
every 5 years to the House of Commons (Parliament). There are 650
constituencies in the UK.Wards (a.k.a. electoral
divisions or electoral wards) is the primary unit of English electoral
geography for borough and district councils, county councils or city councils. Each ward
elects either one or two councillors to be members of the local council. There were 9,456 electoral wards/divisions in the UK and each ward has
an average electorate of about 5,500 people, but ward population can vary
substantially.Local council is
made up of a number of Councillors (Cllr) who meet regularly to make decisions about
the direction of the council and the work it does for the community. As elected
bodies local councils are responsible to their
local community. Attending a council meeting is the best way to find out what
they do and how they make decisions. Members of public can attend public council
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She comes in her robes of silver bright,
Our lady of love, the queen of night;
Pale art thou Cynthia, yet thy brow
Loveliest is when wreathed with snow:
The fleecy clouds that around thee bide
Are light as the spray of ocean's tide,
And every beauteous shining star
Seems a gem that decks thy moonlight car.
'Mid the cloudless skies, with smile serene,
In splendour array'd ride on fair queen;
Thine are the sceptre, and crescent pale,
That softly look on the evening veil;
Thy beams of silvery radiance keep
Their tranquil watch o'er the mighty deep.
And gaze on creation's emerald breast
When the shades of earth lie hush'd in rest.
Aloft in thy bower of spangl'd light
Look down on the world in beauty bright,
Tinging heaven itself with lustrous hue,
Op'ning as't were its glories to view;
Lightly thou'lt kiss with thy beams of love
Each planet that decks thine halls above.
While murm'ring they with mystical voice
In anthems of praise To God rejoice…
Our lady of love, the queen of night;
Pale art thou Cynthia, yet thy brow
Loveliest is when wreathed with snow:
The fleecy clouds that around thee bide
Are light as the spray of ocean's tide,
And every beauteous shining star
Seems a gem that decks thy moonlight car.
'Mid the cloudless skies, with smile serene,
In splendour array'd ride on fair queen;
Thine are the sceptre, and crescent pale,
That softly look on the evening veil;
Thy beams of silvery radiance keep
Their tranquil watch o'er the mighty deep.
And gaze on creation's emerald breast
When the shades of earth lie hush'd in rest.
Aloft in thy bower of spangl'd light
Look down on the world in beauty bright,
Tinging heaven itself with lustrous hue,
Op'ning as't were its glories to view;
Lightly thou'lt kiss with thy beams of love
Each planet that decks thine halls above.
While murm'ring they with mystical voice
In anthems of praise To God rejoice…