Patriotism 01 Innominatus Poem by Sir Walter Scott

Patriotism 01 Innominatus

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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 OF THE POEM
Dominic 31 December 2020

What country are you from mr scott

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Kayode Are 28 August 2017

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

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Bill Wright 06 September 2016

A stirring speech on behalf of patriotism.

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