 | English poetry - 1844 - 108 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... | |
 | 1844 - 628 страници
...earnest longing for his native country. Is there a man— u Whose heart within him ne'er hath burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand}" Even he who has : — " Gone to seek a bower of bliss, In lovelier lands than this ;" who has roamed... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 страници
...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 titles, proud his... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 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 titles, proud his... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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... | |
 | Joseph Barlow Felt - 1845 - 564 страници
...a departed genius doubted whether a man could be found, "Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand." IV DEDICATION. But this disposition, like every other of ours, was conferred for specific purposes,... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1846 - 282 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,... | |
 | John W. Curtis - 1846 - 180 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 ! * * * * O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 страници
...said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his fooLstr.ps 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... | |
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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... 
