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The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review - Страница 540
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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A Poem

Walter Scott - 1805 - 334 страници
...CANTO SIXTH. I. BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within...mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; x High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles,...

The Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners: With Strictures on ..., Том 22

1806 - 448 страници
...deid, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! \V hose heart hath ne'er with'n him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned,...titles, power, and pelf., The wretch, concentered all nj self, f . 3 D—YOU xxII. 1 .ivii.p, ihail forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go dowfl....

Polyanthos, Том 3

1806 - 310 страници
...there the man, with soul so dead, _ Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land I Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, ' As home...he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! Tf such there breathe, go mark him well j For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles,,...

Affection: With Other Poems

Henry Smithers - 1807 - 254 страници
...own, my native land ! Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there...Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concenter'd all in self, Living shall forfeit fair renown, And doubly dying shall go down To the vile...

Essays on Professional Education

Richard Lovell Edgeworth - 1809 - 516 страници
...land ? Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he has tum'd, From wand'ring on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark...titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can frame j Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self Living shall forfeit...

Inchiquin the Jesuit's Letters, During a Late Residence in the United States ...

Charles Jared Ingersoll - 1810 - 186 страници
...despise themselves.' Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within...Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the...

Poems

Richard Polwhele - 1810 - 472 страници
...the Lay : " Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, " Who never to himself hath said, " This is my own, my native land ! "Whose heart hath ne'er within...him burned, " As home his footsteps he hath turned, " Prom wandering on a foreign strand ! " If such there breathe, go mark him well ; " For him no minstrel...

The nocturnal minstrel; or, The spirit of the wood, Том 2

Eleanor Sleath - 1810 - 204 страници
...land ! Whose h«art hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wand'fing on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well, For him, no minstrel raptures swell. SCOTT. WHEN the Baroness was alone .with the Baron; she gently reproached . him for. having so long...

The Lady's Miscellany, Or, Weekly Visitor, for the Use and Amusement ..., Том 13

1811 - 432 страници
...there aman, with soul so dead. Who never, to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! XVhose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned. From wand'ring on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For himno minstrel raptures...

The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A Poem

Walter Scott - 1811 - 310 страници
...MINSTREL. CANTO SIXTH. BREATHES there the man, with soul so deadj Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he,hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well j For...




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