Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil, where he is known.
Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast
The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes bless'd!
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,--
His first, best country ever is at home.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,--
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
King Stephen was a worthy peere,
His breeches cost him but a croune;
He held them sixpence all too deere,
Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.
He was a wight of high renowne,
And those but of a low degree;
Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune,
Then take thine old cloake about thee.
I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults she is my country still.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free!
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country!
Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.
cTrue patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.
To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen.
But woe awaits a country when
She sees the tears of bearded men.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
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 alone by the wind-beaten hill.
The very essence of a free government consists in considering offices as public trusts, bestowed for the good of the country, and not for the benefit of an individual or a party.
We wish that this column, rising towards heaven among the pointed spires of so many temples dedicated to God, may contribute also to produce in all minds a pious feeling of dependence and gratitude. We wish, finally, that the last object to the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise! let it rise, till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and the parting day linger and play on its summit!
Let our object be our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country.
One country, one constitution, one destiny.
Labour in this country is independent and proud. It has not to ask the patronage of capital, but capital solicits the aid of labor.
Napoleon's troops fought in bright fields, where every helmet caught some gleams of glory; but the British soldier conquered under the cool shade of aristocracy. No honours awaited his daring, no despatch gave his name to the applauses of his countrymen; his life of danger and hardship was uncheered by hope, his death unnoticed.
O Rome! my country! city of the soul!