 | William Lloyd Garrison - 1832 - 264 страници
...hath said, * John Neal. 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 ; For him no Minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his... | |
 | William Lloyd Garrison - 1832 - 278 страници
...hath said, • John Neal. , 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 ; For him no Minstrel raptures swull ; High though his titles, proud his... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 страници
...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; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name,... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 548 страници
...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 ! Living, he forfeits fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he... | |
 | William Lloyd Garrison - 1832 - 268 страници
...to himself hath said, This is my own, my native'land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, AB home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! If sach there breathe, go, mark him well ; For him no Minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles,... | |
 | 1833 - 428 страници
...to himself hath »aid, Tilia is my own, my native land? Whose heart hull) ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? SCOTT. WE are frequently called upon to admire the infinite wisdom with which Divine Providence manages... | |
 | Samuel Griswold Goodrich - 1835 - 248 страници
...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 ; For him no minstrel — raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1835 - 380 страници
...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 ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High thougb his titles, proud his... | |
 | Adam Thom - 1836 - 234 страници
...never to himself hath said " This ia my own, my native land," Whose heart has ne'er within him burned As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand J Yes, my lord, there breathes an Englishman, who ' cheerfully' prefers a French republic to an English... | |
 | Edward Lascelles (fict.name.) - 1837 - 374 страници
...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 ? SCOTT. IT has been sagely remarked by the ingenious Asmodeus, that in the moral as well as in the... | |
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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, From wandering on a foreign strand... 
