Sir Walter Scott
Edinburgh / Scotland
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My Native Land

Rating: 3.5
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!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
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COMMENTS
SREGANESH 05 August 2020
Burn'd, Turn'd Words like these are pronounced Burned, Turned
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this is a poem my class is studying right now, but I have already learned it.
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myself 24 September 2019
i'm just commenting on myself
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Ratib 13 December 2020
now thats what i call pro gaming
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W. Wiley 29 March 2019
Found this poem in 1888 north carolina history book recently.
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Lyn Bayley 21 January 2019
Learnt this poem as a school girl not knowing that years later it would ring so true..the pull of my native land gets stronger with the years.
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tanmoy 20 June 2018
awesome
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Felix 10 June 2018
Add a comment.you are awesome ��🗽�
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sachin 30 January 2018
Wow my dad sad
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Bill Wright 05 September 2016
Brilliant, what a superb poem. I have been away from Scotland for over 40 years and will never forget where I came from.
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Holt Louque 29 June 2009
'Beneath the veneer of armor of every Warrior, Beats the Heart of a true Romantic.' HRL
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