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COUNTRY, LOVE OF
Far from the gay cities and the ways of men. | There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin; a. Pope's Plomer's Odyssey. Bk. XIV. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight Ye sacred Nine! that all my soul possess,
repairing, Whose raptures fire me, and whose visions To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. bless
j. CAMPBELL.- The Exile of Erin. Bear me, O bear me to sequester'd scenes, The bow'ry mazes, and surrounding greens. O beautiful and grand b. POPE-- Windsor Forest. Line 260.
My own my Native Land!
Of thee I boast: Mine be a cot beside the hill;
Great Empire of the West, A bee hive's hum shall soothe my ear;
The dearest and the best, A willowy brook, that turns a mill,
Made up of all the rest, With many a fall, shall linger near.
. I love thee most. ROGERS -- A Wish.
k. ABRAHAM COLES – My Native Land.
Now the summer's in prime
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, Wi' the flowers richly blooming,
My country! and, while yet a nook is left And the wild mountain thyme
Where English mind and manners may be A'the moorlands perfuming.
found, To own dear native scenes
Shall be constrain'd to love thee. Let us journey together,
I. COWPER--The Task. Line 206. Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.
Our country! In her intercourse with d. ROBERT TANNAHILL-- The Braes o' foreign nations, may she always be in the
right; but our country, right or wrong.
The loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, There ought to be a system of manners in
But bind him to his native shore. every nation which a well. formed mind would
n. GOLDSMITH -- The Traveller. Line 217. be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely.
Nail to the mast her holy flag, e BURKE-- Reflections on the Revolution
Set every threadbare sail,
The lightning and the gale.
0. HOLMES-- A Metrical Essay.
Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
to their feet as a doorstep Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet
Into a world unknown, - the corner-stone of content !
a nation ! f. Burns -- Cotter's Saturday Night.
p. LONGFELLOW ---- Courtship of Miles St. 20.
Siandish. Pt. I. Their groves o'sweet myrtle let foreign lands | Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, reckon,
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, perfume;
Are all with thee, are all with thee. Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green
LONGFELLOW--The Building of the Ship. breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.
Sail on, O Ship of State! g. BURNS--Caledonia.
Sail on, o Union, strong and great!
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate! To see one's native land receding through
9. LONGFELLOW-- The Building of the Ship. The growing waters ; it unmans one quite, Especially when life is rather new.
Sweet the memory is to me h. BYRON. Don Juan. Canto II. St. 12.
Of a land beyond the sea,
Where the waves and mountains meet. Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see
S. LONGFELLOW-- Amalfi. St. 1. What Heaven hath done for this delicious land.
Hail, dear country! I embrace thee, seei. BYRON-- Childe Harold. Canto I. I ing thee after a long time.
St. 15. . MENANDER. Piscat 8
COUNTRY, LOVE OF
If the pulse of the patriot, soldier, or lover, Where life is more terrible than death,
Pt. XLIV. own. 1. MOORE- Dear Harp of My Country.
1 O friends, be men; so act that none may feel St. 2.
Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men.
Think each one of his children and his wife, Who dare to love their country, and be poor. His home, his parents, living yet or dead. b. POPE--On his Grotto at Twickenham. For them, the absent ones, I supplicate,
And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly. Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
m. BRYANT's Homer's liad. Bk. XV Who never to himself hath said,
Line 843. This is my own, my native land!
And let us mind faint heart ne'er wan
n. BURNS--To Dr. Blacklock.
Nono but the brave deserves the fair.
Canto VI. St. 1. 0. DRYDEN -- Alexander's Feast. St. 1. Land of my sires! what mortal hand,
The charm of the best courages is that Can e'er untie the filial band
they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of That knits me to thy rugged strand!
genius. d. SCOTT-Lay of the Last Minstrel.
p. EMERSON -- Society and Solitude. Canto VI. St. 2.
Courage. My foot is on my native heath, and my name
Courage the highest gift, that scorns to bend is MacGregor.
To mean devices for a sordid end. & SCOTT--Rob Roy. Ch. XXXIV. Courage-an independent spark from Heay
en's bright throne,
I do love By which the soul stands raised, triumphant, My country's good, with a respect more ten
high, alone. der,
Great in itself, not praises of the crowd, More holy and profound, than mine own life, Above all vice, it stoops not to be proud. My dear wife's estimate.
Courage, the mighty attribute of powers f. Coriolanus. Act III. Sc. 3.
By which those great in war, are great in love. My country, 'tis of thee,
The spring of all brave acts is seated here, Sweet land of liberty,--
As falsehoods draw their sordid birth from Of thee I sing :
fear. Land where my fathers died,
FARQUHAR --Love and a Bottle. Part Land of the pilgrim's pride,
of dedication to the Lord Jarquis From every mountain side
of Carmarthen. Let freedom ring. 9. San'l F. SMITH-- National Hymn.
Courage is, on all hands, considered as an
essential of high character. I was born an American ; I live an Ameri
7. FROU DE--Representative Men. can ; I shall die an American. A. DANIEL WEBSTER-Speech.
Few persons have courage enough to apJuly 17, 1850. pear as good as they really are.
S. J. C. and X. W. HARE - Guesses at Let our object be, our country, our whole
Truth. country, and nothing but our country. i DANIEL WEBSTER-- An address delivered Tender handed stroke a nettle,
at the laying of the corner-stone of ' And it stings you for your pains;
And it soft as silk remains.
t. AARON HILL- Verses written on a John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise
Window in Scotland. bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less;--still our country, to be Be bold, first gate;-- Be bold, be bold, and cherished in all our hearts, to be defended evermore be bold, second gate; --Be not too by all our hands.
bold, third gate. ). Robr. C. WINTHROP. -- Toast at Faneuil u. Inscription on the Gates of Busyrane. Hall on the 4th of July, 1845.
There's a brave fellow ! There's a man of COURAGE.
A man who's not afraid to say his say, The soul, secured in her existence, smiles Though a whole town's against him. at the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
D. LONGFELLOW--Christus. Pt. III. k. ADDISON — Cato. Act V. Sc. 1.
John Endicott. Act II. Sc. 2.
Write on your doors the saying wise and old, I dare do all that may become a man:
n. Macbeth. Act 1. Sc. 7.
I have set my life upon a cast, Better like Hector in the field to die,
| And I will stand the hazard of the die Than like a perfumed Paris turn and fly.
0. Richard III. Act V. Sc. 4. a. LONGFELLOW--Morituri Salutamus.
In that day's feats Line 100. What ! shall one monk, scarce known beyond
He prov'd the best man i' the field ; and for
his meed his cell,
Was brow-bound with the oak. Front Rome's far-reaching bolts, and scorn
p. Coriolanus. Act II. Sc. 2. her frown? Brave Luther answered, “ Yes" ; that thun
The blood more stirs der swell
To rouse a lion than to start a hare. Rocked Europe, and discharged the tripple I 0. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3.
crown. 6. LOWELL-- To W. L. Garrison.
The thing of courage,
As rous'd with rage, with rage doth sympaHow well Horatius kept the bridge
thise, In the brave days of old.
And, with an accent tun'd in self-same key, c. MACAULAY-- Lays of Ancient Rome. | Returns to chiding fortune.
Horatius 70. i f. Troilus and Cressida. Act I. Sc. 3. 'Tis more brave
Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? To live, than to die.
Have I not in my time heard lions roar? d. OWEN MEREDITH--Lucile. Pt. II.
Canto VI. St. 11. Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a , And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
| That gives not half so great a blow to hear,
As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire ? Right onward." e. Multon--Sonnet. To Cyriack Skinner.
8. Taming of the Shrew. Act I, Sc. 2.
'Tis much he dares; Stand fast and all temptation to transgress And, to that dauntless tem per of his mind, repel.
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valour MILTON -- Paradise Lost. Bk. VIII. To act in safety,
Lirie 640.; t. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 1. Courage in danger is half the battle.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:J. PLAUTUS.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind, to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune; Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
Or, to take arms against a sea of troubles, From its firm base, as soon as I.
And, by opposing, end them ? h. SCOTT-- Lady of the Lake. Canto V. u. . Tlamlet. Act III. Sc. 1. St. 10.
We fail! But how much unexpected, by so much But screw your courage to the sticking-place, We must awake endeavour for defence: And we'll not fail. For courage mounteth with occasion.
V. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7. i. King John. Act II. Sc. 1.
• What man daro, I dare: Come let us take a muster speedily:
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger, j. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act IV. Sc. 1.
Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
Shall never tremble. Fearless minds climb soonest unto crowns.
w. Macbeth. Act III. Sc. 4. k. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act IV. Sc. 7.
Why, courage, then! what cannot be avoided,
'Twere childish weakness to lament, or fear. He hath borne himself beyond the promise
Henry VI. Pt. III. Act V. Sc. 4. of his age; doing in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion.
Wise men ne'er wail their present woes, l. Much Ado About Nothing. Act I. But presently prevent the ways to wail.
Sc. 1. y. Richard II. Act III. Sc. 2. He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer A man of courage is also full of faith. The worst that man can breathe.
í 2. YONGE's Cicero. The Tusculan m. Timon of Athens. Act III. Sc. 5. i
Cowards (may) fear to die; but courage A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
stout Will not affront me; and no other can.
Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.
0. CowPER— Conversation. Line 193.
Sir WALTER RALEIGH-On The Snuff of a.
a Candle the night before he died. Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.
He that fights and runs away b. EMERSON – Social Aims.
May turn and tight another day;
But he that is in battle slain
Ray-History of the Rebellion.
Bristol, 1752. Courtesie grows in court; news in the citie.
Where's the coward that would not dare C. HERBERT— The Church, Church Porch.
To fight for such a land!
9. SCOTT-Marmion. Canto IV. St. 30. Shepard I take thy word, And trust thy honest offer'd courtesy,
When all the blandishments of life are gone, Which oft is sooner found in lowly sheds The coward sneaks to death, the brave live With smoky rafters, than in tap'stry hall And courts of princes.
r. Dr. SEWELL-- The Suicide. Bk. XI. d. MILTON-Comus. Line 322.
Ep. LV. I am the very pink of courtesy.
By this good light, this is a very shallow e. Romeo and Juliet. Act II. Sc. 4. monster:--I afear'd of him?-a very weak The thorny point
monster:- The man i' the moon ?-a most Of bare distress hath ta'en trom me the show
poor credulous monster :--Well drawn, monOf smooth Civility.
ster, in good sooth. f. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7.
s. Tempest. Act II. Sc. 2. Too civil by half.
Cowards die many times before their deaths: g. SHERIDAN— The Rivals. Act III.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
Seeing that death, a necessary end, For those that fly may fight again,
Will come, when it will come. Which he can never do that's slain.
t. Julius Cæsar. Act II. Sc. 2. h. BUTLER--Hudibras. Pt. III. Canto III.
Dost thou now fall over to my foes ?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, For those that run away, and fly,
And hang & calf's skin on those recreant Take place at least o'th' enemy.
King John. Act III. Sc. 1.
How many cowards, whose hearts are all as That all men would be cowards if they dare,
false Some men we know have courage to declare. As stairs of sand, wear yet upon their chins j. CRABBE- Tale I. The Dumb Orators.
The beards of Hercules, and frowning Mars; That same man, that runnith awaie,
Who, inward search'd, have livers white as
milk? Maie again fight another daie.
2. Merchant of Venice. Act III. Sc. 2. k. ERASMUS-Apothegms. Trans. by
I hold it cowardice, He who fights and runs away
To rest mistrustful where a noble heart May live to fight another day.
Hath pawn'd an open hand in sign of love. GOLDSMITH --- The Art of Poetry on a w. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act. IV. Sc. 2. New Plan.
I may speak it to my shame, When desp'rate ills demand a speedy cure, I have a truant been to chivalry. Distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly. 1 . Henry IV. Pt 1. Act v. Sc. 1. m. SAM'L JOHNSON — Irene. Act. IV.
It was great pity, so it was, That villainous saltpetre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, That kills himself to 'void misery, fears it,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour.
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns This life's a fort committed to my trust,
He would himself have been a soldier.
y. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act I. Sc. 3. But he that boldly bears calamity.
I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and 9h MASSINGER— Maid of Honour. Act IV.
Plague on't; an I thought he had been | O mighty nothing! unto thee, valiant, and so cunning in fence, I'd have Nothing, we owe all things that be; seen him damned ere I'd have challenged God spake once when he all things made, him.
He saved all when he nothing said, a. Twe'fth Night. Act III. Sc. 4. The world was inade of nothing then;
'Tis made by nothing now again. So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome
m. CRASHAW--Steps to the Temple. stench, Are from their hives, and houses, driven
Then tower'd the palace, then in awful state
The Temple rear'd its everlasting gate: They call' us, for our fierceness, English No workman's steel, no ponderous axes rung!
Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric Now. like whelps. we crying run away.
sprung. b. Henry VI. Pt. İ. Act. I. Sc. 5. n. Bishop HEBER-- Palestine. Line 137.
Open, ye heavens, your living doors! let in So cowards fight when they can fly no
The great Creator, from his work returned As doves do peck the falcon's piercing talons;
Magnificent, his six days' work, a world. So desperate thieves, all hopeless of their
1 0. MILTON-- Paradise Lost. Bk. VII.
Line 566. lives, Breathe out invectives 'gainst the officers.
To recount almighty works c. Henry VI. Pt. III. Act I. Sc. 4. What words of tongue or seraph can suffice,
Or heart of man suffice to comprehend? What a slave art thou, to hack thy sword | p. MILTON -- Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. as thou hast done; and then say, it was in
Line 112 fight. d. Henry IV. Pt. I. Act II. Sc. 4.
Moved the Creator, in his holy rest Who knows himself a braggart, Through all eternity, so late to build Let him fear this; for it will come to pass, In Chaos; and, the work begun, how soon That every braggart shall be found an ass. Absolved. e. Al's Well That Ends Weil. Act IV. 9. MILTON- Paradise Lost. Bk. VII. Sc. 3.
Line 89. Would'st thou have that | All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, | Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. And live a coward in thine own esteem;
r. Pope-Essay on Man. Ep. I. Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
Line 267 Like the poor cat i' the adage ? f. Macbeth. Act I. Sc. 7.
No man saw the building of the New Jeru:
salem, the workmen crowded together, the You souls of geese,
unfinished walls and unpaved streets; no That bear the shapes of men, how have you man heard the clink of trowel and pickaxe; run
it descended out of heaven from God. From slaves that apes would beat!
S. SEELEY-- Ecce Ilomo. Ch. XXIV. g. Coriolanus. Act I. Sc. 4.
Through knowledge we behould the World's My valour is certainly going! it is sneak
creation, ing off! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at
How in his cradle first he fostred was, the palms of my hands.
And judge of Nature's cunning operation, hi SHERIDAN — The Rivals. Act V.
How things she formed of a formless mass.
Line 499. Ah, Fool! faint heart fair lady n'er could win.
CRIME. i SPENSER - Britain's Ida. Canto V.
If Poverty is the Mother of Crimes, want St. I.
of Sense is the Father. The man that lays his hand on woman,
1. DE LA BRUYERE- The Characters or save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
Manners of the Present Age. Vol. II. whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.
Ch. II. j. TOBIN--The Honeymoon. Act II. Responsibility prevents crimes.
1. BURKE- Reflections on the Revolution CREATION.
Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands. Creation is great, and cannot be under
10. BYRON--Don Juan. Canto IX. St. 59. stood. CARLYLE--Essays. Characteristics. Crime is not punished as an offense against
God, but as prejudicial to society. Silently as a dream the fabric rose;
X. FROUDE--Short Studies on Great Sub No sound of hammer or of saw was there.
jects. Reciprocal Duties of State 1. COWPER--The Task. Bk. V. Line 144. |