...their country or their kind. It is a Scottish man, and a poet, who asks, " Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native lana !" How the London people who have read the Lay, must have smiled at the simplicity of the Minstrel...

...Incredulity of the Credulous — Bruce's Disappointment — Sorrow — Death. " Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This...he has turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand?" BUT although "home is home, though ever so homely," yet in the human mind there is no idea more indefinite...

...of the town I have. One was : See the Conquering Hero comes. Another : " Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own — my native land." Ireland, her Parliament, or the World in a Blaze. Cead Mille Failtha. Mr. Rigby (one of the...

...After a few introductory observations, he thus burst * er er m " forth: — " Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself has said, ' This...native land ;' Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'd When home his footsteps he has turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand ? " The accomplished author...

...return to his ship ; for surely the question may be asked of all seamen, Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said This is my own, my native land, &c. My home, the spot where I've spent so many happy hours, where, in the bosom of my family,...

...ashamed of the State which gave them birth. Indeed, though rocky as Ithaca, " Lives there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land." Within the space of a few months, I once visited every State in the Union but two or three,...

...soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ; Whose heart has not within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he has turn'd. From wandering on some foreign strand !" &c. I recollect lines sung to me by my mother when scarcely four years old....

...single English labourer. The poet, in the wildness of his enthusiasm, asked — " Lives there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land ? " Yes, at Manchester there were a thousand of them. Not content with bringing accusations against...

...country, may Heaven forsake me in my hour of greatest need. (Cheers.) Breathes there a man with snul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land. If there is such a man in this assembly, I don't envy him his feelings. [Mr. McDonald resumed...

...note of praise."— admiration ceases and with rapture we exclaim, — " Dwells there a man with heart so dead, Who never to himself has said This is my own — my native land." THE ANGLO-SAXON STYLE. This style prevailed in England about AD 600, to the conquest by the...