Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . Love of so dead, SiR^ Waltei\_ Scott. ^ >> REATHES there the man, with soul-<P Who never to himseU hath said, This is my own, my native land !Whose heart hath neer within him home his footsteps he hath turnedI, 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 his wealth as wish can claim ;Despite those titles, power, and wretch concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair , doubly dying,
Pen and pencil pictures from the poets . Love of so dead, SiR^ Waltei\_ Scott. ^ >> REATHES there the man, with soul-<P Who never to himseU hath said, This is my own, my native land !Whose heart hath neer within him home his footsteps he hath turnedI, 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 his wealth as wish can claim ;Despite those titles, power, and wretch concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair , doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung. O Caledonia ! stern and wild. Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can eer untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand ! I4S PEN AND PENCIL PICTURES FROM THE POETS. The Worlds Way. Shakespeap^^.
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