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    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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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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Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
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Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,--are all with thee!

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Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and read more

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land--Good Night!

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He made all countries where he came his own.

He made all countries where he came his own.

by John Dryden Found in: Love of country Quotes,
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They love their land, because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;
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They love their land, because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;
Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,
And think it kindness to his majesty.

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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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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
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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 burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!

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There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and read more

There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing.
To wander along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.

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And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
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And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

by John Dryden Found in: Love of country Quotes,
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