Maxioms by Walter Scott
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!
It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we read more
It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.
