 | John Shipp - 1831 - 546 страници
...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 ? THERE is not, within the narrow boundary of my pleasures, and the confined and circumscribed focus... | |
 | 1869
...scenery in foreign lands. " Breathes there a man with soul so dead, \V In i never to himself has said, This is my own my native land ! Whose heart has ne'er within him burned, As homewards he his steps hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ?" At all events I can endorse... | |
 | Jacob Green - 1831 - 278 страници
...himself hath said, This is my own — my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned. When home his footsteps he hath turned. From wandering on a foreign strand ' Saturday, Sept. 12. — Early this morning the Baron Ferussac called upon me, and made a thousand... | |
 | 1831 - 644 страници
...himself hath said, This is my own — my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, When home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand í Saturday, Sept. 12. — Early this morning the Baron Ferussac called upon me, and made a thousand... | |
 | William Lloyd Garrison - 1832 - 278 страници
...Who never to himself hath said, • John Neal. , This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he...strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well ; For him no Minstrel raptures swull ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth... | |
 | William Lloyd Garrison - 1832 - 264 страници
...dead, ' Who never to himself hath said, * John Neal. This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he...strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well ; For him no Minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth... | |
 | Anniversary calendar - 1832 - 548 страници
...with --ml 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 ! Living, he forfeits fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he... | |
 | William Lloyd Garrison - 1832 - 250 страници
...dead, Who never to himself 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 p. foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him 'well ; For him no Minstrel raptures swell... | |
 | 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
...soul во dead, Who never 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... | |
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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? 
