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Where liberty dwells, there is my country.
Where liberty dwells, there is my country.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, read more
What light is to the eyes - what air is to the lungs - what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
I would rather not be a king than to forfeit my liberty.
I would rather not be a king than to forfeit my liberty.
My vigour relents. I pardon something to the spirit of liberty.
My vigour relents. I pardon something to the spirit of liberty.
Educate and inform the whole mass of the people... They are the only sure reliance for the preservation of our read more
Educate and inform the whole mass of the people... They are the only sure reliance for the preservation of our liberty.
"The liberties of our country, the freedoms of our civil Constitution are worth defending at all hazards; it is our read more
"The liberties of our country, the freedoms of our civil Constitution are worth defending at all hazards; it is our duty to defend them against all attacks. We have received them as a fair inheritance from our worthy ancestors. They purchased them for us with toil and danger and expense of treasure and blood. It will bring a mark of everlasting infamy on the present generation – enlightened as it is – if we should suffer them to be wrested from us by violence without a struggle, or to be cheated out of them by the artifices of designing men." -Samuel Adams
The tree of liberty grows only when watered by the blood of
tyrants.
[Fr., L'arbre de la liberte read more
The tree of liberty grows only when watered by the blood of
tyrants.
[Fr., L'arbre de la liberte ne croit qu'arrose par le sang des
tyrans.]
When Liberty from Greece withdrew,
And o'er the Adriatic flew,
To where the Tiber pours his urn,
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When Liberty from Greece withdrew,
And o'er the Adriatic flew,
To where the Tiber pours his urn,
She struck the rude Tarpeian rock;
Sparks were kindled by the shock--
Again thy fires began to burn.