Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit read more

Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit passes into
thousands of hearts. How costly is the progress of the race. It
is only by the giving of life that we can have life.

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more

Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

Our federal Union: it must be preserved.

Our federal Union: it must be preserved.

I have ten thousand for defense, but none to surrender; if you
want our weapons come and get them.

I have ten thousand for defense, but none to surrender; if you
want our weapons come and get them.

Our country is the common parent of all.
[Lat., Patria est communis omnium parens.]

Our country is the common parent of all.
[Lat., Patria est communis omnium parens.]

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we read more

One of the great attractions of patriotism - it fulfills our worst wishes. In the person of our nation we are able, vicariously, to bully and cheat. Bully and cheat, what's more, with a feeling that we are profoundly virtuous.

The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is read more

The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!

'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm read more

'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm a Roman for that.

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to read more

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
[Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]