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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? "
The Monthly Anthology, and Boston Review - 546 ÆäÀÌÁö
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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A Poem

Walter Scott - 1805 - 344 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well ; For him no Minstrel raptures swell ; x High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth...
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The Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners: With Strictures on ..., 22±Ç

1806 - 448 ÆäÀÌÁö
...deid, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! \V hose heart hath ne'er with'n him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned,...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...
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Polyanthos, 3±Ç

1806 - 310 ÆäÀÌÁö
...the man, with soul so dead, _ Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land I Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, ' As home his...he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ! Tf such there breathe, go mark him well j For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles,,...
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Affection: With Other Poems

Henry Smithers - 1807 - 254 ÆäÀÌÁö
...own, my native land ! Whose heart has 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...
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Essays on Professional Education

Richard Lovell Edgeworth - 1809 - 516 ÆäÀÌÁö
...land ? Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he has tum'd, From wand'ring 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...
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Inchiquin the Jesuit's Letters, During a Late Residence in the United States ...

Charles Jared Ingersoll - 1810 - 186 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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...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...
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The Lady's Miscellany, Or, Weekly Visitor, for the Use and Amusement of ..., 13±Ç

1811 - 432 ÆäÀÌÁö
...there aman, with soul so dead. Who never, to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! XVhose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned. From wand'ring on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For himno minstrel raptures...
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Poems

Richard Polwhele - 1810 - 472 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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, " Prom wandering on a foreign strand ! " If such there breathe, go mark him well ; " For him no minstrel...
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The nocturnal minstrel; or, The spirit of the wood, 2±Ç

Eleanor Sleath - 1810 - 204 ÆäÀÌÁö
...land ! Whose h«art hath ne'er within him burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wand'fing on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well, For him, no minstrel raptures swell. SCOTT. WHEN the Baroness was alone .with the Baron; she gently...
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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: A Poem

Walter Scott - 1811 - 310 ÆäÀÌÁö
...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 j For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth...
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