...Breathes there a 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 burned, As home...he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,...

...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 raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as...

...Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! of his poetry :— I remember, Two miles on this side...of the fort, the road Crosses a deep ravine ; 'tis : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth...

...there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath (...), This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath (...), From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel...

...all these, and thou canst not bribe his soul to forget the land of his nativity.—Sidney Smith. * m Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home...strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well;— For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as...

...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 raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as...

...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 raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as...

...Land of my sires, what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged stecA'* From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell! High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as...

...Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself Lath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath tunied 0 Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy...

...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 burned, As home...strand? " If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell: High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth, as...