...question, what is country — or, as people term it, their .native land?" " Breathes there the man with soul so dead. Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land? Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'cT, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering...

...question, what is country — or, as people term it, their native.'land r" " Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land? 'Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'J, , As home his footsteps lie hath turn'd, From wandering...

...flourishing and strong in the natural and glorious soil of our inheritance. " Breathes there a man with soul so dead Who never to himself has said This is my own — my native land !" But I grow sentimental, and no wonder ; for here have I been caged, and the other day stood...

...comparative ease from his reflections in the groves of his native village. Breathes there a man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he has turn'd, From wandering...

...following lines came full into Caroline's recollection as French Clay spoke : " Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land ? Whoss heart has ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering...

...THE INCREDULITY OF THE CREDULOUS BRUCE's DISAPPOINTMENT SORROW DEATH. ' Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, . Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my uative land ! Whose heart has ne'er within him hurn'd, As HOME his footsteps he has turn'd, From wandering...

...having reference to the charms of climate and scenery in foreign lands. " Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own my native land I Whose heart has ne'er within him burned, As homewards he his steps hath turned From wandering...

...Edition, with designs by M 'CI.IM . THE SPY: 21 fair of tfir Central <!Vountr. " Breathes there a man with soul sO dead, Who never to himself has said, . This Is my own — my native land!'" " ' The Spy,. ' Pilot,' . Pioneers,' &c. may be classed with ' Waverley.'" — Quarterly Review....

...Edition, with Designs by M'CLiSE, THE SPY: a dale of tje Jieutral Onrairtr. " Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, ' This is my own—my native land !' '' '"The Spy,' 'Pilot,' 'Pioneers,' &c., may be classed with 'Waverley.'''...

...full into Caroline's recollection as French Clay spoke : " Breathes there the t11:111 with soul BO dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart has ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering...