Love Of Country

(from "the lay of the last minstrel")

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 burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
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,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
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 vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!

Sir Walter Scott . 1771-1832

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Sir Walter Scott
born 1771, died 1832

Poems

Farewell To The Muse
Call It Not Vain: - They Do Not Err
Love Of Country
Edinburgh
Sweet Teviot!
Pibroch Of Donald Dhu
Nelson
Love
The Maid Of Isla
County Guy
Song
Song
The Maid Of Neipath

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