 | 740 страници
...through, I suppose, turned a little palp, but plunged on — " 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." By this time the men were all beside themselves, within); there was any... | |
 | Walter Scott, J. W. Lake - 1838 - 496 страници
...петег 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 wellj For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though bis titles, proud his name,... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 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... | |
 | 1867 - 738 страници
...through, I suppose, turned a little pale, but plunged on — " 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." By this time the men were all beside themselves, wishing there was any... | |
 | sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1839 - 264 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's raptures swell ; High though his title, proud... | |
 | 1839 - 842 страници
...to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land — Whose heart has no'er within him burned, Aa home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand." Yes, sir, there are men who seem utterly incapable of any approach towards such sacred emotions, and... | |
 | William Erigena Robinson - 1842 - 76 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 1 If such there breathe, go mark him well, For him no minstrel's raptures swell. High though his titles,... | |
 | Polyphilus (pseud.) - 1844 - 268 страници
...On Patriotism. " Breathes there the man with soul 90 dead, Who never to himself hath said. This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within...As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering in a foreign strand." • • Sir WMm Scott. Whether or not I am adding to the quantity of vraste paper,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 страници
...never to himself hath said, This is my own, ray native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his inmost vit breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 страници
...never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, 4 breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his... | |
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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... 
