|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Country (Love of)|
| There ought to be a 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.|
BurkeReflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. III. P. 100.
| My dear, my native soil!|
For whom my warmest wish to Heavn is sent,
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
BurnsCotters Saturday Night. St. 20.
|I cant but say it is an awkward sight|
To see ones native land receding through
The growing waters; it unmans one quite,
Especially when life is rather new.
ByronDon Juan. Canto II. St. 12.
|Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to see|
What Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
ByronChilde Harold. Canto I. St. 15.
|Yon Sun that sets upon the sea|
We follow in his flight;
Farewell awhile to him and thee,
My native landGood Night!
ByronChilde Harold. Canto I. St. 13.
|There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,|
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sighd, when at twilight repairing,
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
CampbellThe Exile of Erin.
|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.
Canadian Boat Song. First appeared in Blackwoods Magazine, Sept., 1829. Attributed to John G. Lockhart, John Galt and Earl of Eglington (died 1819). Founded on Eglingtons lines according to Prof. Mackinnon. Also in article in Taits Magazine. (1849). Wording changed by Skelton.
|Patria est, ubicunque est bene.|
Our country is wherever we are well off.
CiceroTusculan Disputations. V. 37. Quoting Pacuvius. Same quoted by Aristophanes, Plautus, EuripidesFragmenta Incerta.
|He made all countries where he came his own.|
DrydenAstræa Redux. L. 76.
| 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 Noahs Ark.
DrydenAbsalom and Achitophel. Pt. I. L. 299.
|So the loud torrent, and the whirlwinds roar,|
But bind him to his native mountains more.
GoldsmithThe Traveller. L. 207.
|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.
| To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country.|
T. W. HigginsonShort Studies of American Authors. Henry James, Jr.
|Patriæ quis exul se quoque fugit.|
What exile from his country is able to escape from himself?
HoraceCarmina. II. 16. 19.
|Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,|
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant oer our fears,
Are all with thee,are all with thee!
LongfellowThe Building of the Ship.
|Who dare to love their country, and be poor.|
PopeOn his Grotto at Twickenham.
| Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et jusquà la mort ne voir quelle.|
The infant, on first opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never lose sight of it.
|Breathes there the man with soul so dead,|
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath neer within him burnd,
As home his footsteps he hath turnd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
ScottLay of the Last Minstrel. Canto VI. St. 1.
|Land of my sires! what mortal hand|
Can eer untie the filial band
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
ScottLay of the Last Minstrel. Canto VI. St. 2.
| My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.|
ScottRob Roy. Ch. XXXIV.
|La patrie est aux lieux où lâme est enchainée.|
Our country is that spot to which our heart is bound.
VoltaireLe Fanatisme. I. 2.