SIR WALTER SCOTT
Patriotism 560 i. Innominatus
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 ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel x raptures swell, High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
��561 2. Nelson, Pitt, Fox
^O mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her glory reappears. But oh, my Country's wintry state What second spring shall renovate? What powerful call shall bid arise
The buried warlike and the wise, The mind that thought for Britain's weal, The hand that grabp'd the victor steel ?
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