Sir Walter Scott

(1771-1832 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Patriotism 01 Innominatus

Poem by Sir Walter Scott

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,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.

Comments about Patriotism 01 Innominatus by Sir Walter Scott

  • Kayode Are (8/28/2017 4:53:00 AM)

    Ironical to blame the wretch concentred all in self and to extol glorification of patriotism which is itself parochial.(Report)Reply

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  • Bill Wright (9/6/2016 7:24:00 AM)

    A stirring speech on behalf of patriotism.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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