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    There ought to be system of manners in every nation which a
    well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love
    our country, our country ought to be lovely.

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So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.

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What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
[Lat., Patriae quis exul se quoque fugit.]

What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
[Lat., Patriae quis exul se quoque fugit.]

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My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy read more

My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!

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My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

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Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!

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Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

Who dare to love their country, and be poor.

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From the lone shielding on the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas--
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From the lone shielding on the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas--
But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.

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Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to read more

Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!

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The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to
the hour of his death never read more

The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to
the hour of his death never lose sight of it.
[Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et
jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.]

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