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From the lone shielding on the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas--
But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.
Author: Unattributed Author
Source: Canadian Boat Song, first appeared in "Blackwood's Magazine" and attributed to various authors
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There ought to be system of manners in every nation which a
well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love
our country, our country ought to be lovely.
Author: Edmund Burke
Source: Reflections on the Revolution in France (vol. III, p. 100)
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My dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent,
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
Author: Robert Burns
Source: Cotter's Saturday Night (st. 20)
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Yon Sun that sets upon the sea
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native land--Good Night!
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto I, st. 13)
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Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Childe Harold (canto I, st. 15)
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I can't but say it is an awkward sight
To see one's native land receding through
The growing waters; it unmans one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.
Author: Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron)
Source: Don Juan (canto II, st. 12)
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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 along by the wind-beaten hill.
But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion,
For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean,
Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion
He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
Author: Thomas Campbell
Source: The Exile of Erin
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Our country is wherever we are well off.
[Lat., Patria est, ubicunque est bene.]
Author: Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero)
Source: Tusculanarum Disputationum (V, 37), quoting Pacuvius
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And nobler is a limited command,
Given by the love of all your native land,
Than a successive title, long and dark,
Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
Author: John Dryden
Source: Absalom and Achitophel (pt. I, l. 299)
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He made all countries where he came his own.
Author: John Dryden
Source: Astroea Redux (l. 76)
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So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
Author: Oliver Goldsmith
Source: The Traveller (l. 207)
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They love their land, because it is their own,
And scorn to give aught other reason why;
Would shake hands with a king upon his throne,
And think it kindness to his majesty.
Author: Fitz-Greene Halleck
Source: Connecticut
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To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own
country.
- Thomas W. Higginson,
Author: Thomas W. Higginson
Source: Short Studies of American Authors--Henry James, Jr.
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What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
[Lat., Patriae quis exul se quoque fugit.]
Author: Horace (Quintus Horatius Flaccus)
Source: Carmina (II, 16, 19)
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Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee,--are all with thee!
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Source: The Building of the Ship
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Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: On his Grotto at Twickenham
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The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to
the hour of his death never lose sight of it.
[Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et
jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.]
Author: Alexander Pope
Source: On his Grotto at Twickenham
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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!
Author: Sir Walter Scott
Source: The Lay of the Last Ministrel (canto VI, st. 1)
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Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Author: Sir Walter Scott
Source: The Lay of the Last Minstrel (canto VI, st. 2)
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My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
Author: Sir Walter Scott
Source: Rob Roy (ch. XXXIV)
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Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.
[Fr., La patrie est aux lieux ou l'ame est enchainee.]
Author: Voltaire (Francois Marie Arouet Voltaire)
Source: Le Fanatisme (I, 2)
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