Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying,
Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.

I want free life, and I want fresh air;
And I sigh for the canter after the cattle,
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I want free life, and I want fresh air;
And I sigh for the canter after the cattle,
The crack of the whip like shots in battle,
The medley of horns, and hoofs, and heads
That wars, and wrangles, and scatters and spreads;
The green beneath and the blue above,
And dash, and danger, and life and love.

Yet we can maintain a free society only if we recognize that in a free society no one can win read more

Yet we can maintain a free society only if we recognize that in a free society no one can win all the time. No one can have his own way all the time, and no one is right all the time.

No arsenal or no weapon in the arsenals of the world is so formidable as the will and moral courage read more

No arsenal or no weapon in the arsenals of the world is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women.

We, and all others who believe in freedom as deeply as we do, would rather die on our feet than read more

We, and all others who believe in freedom as deeply as we do, would rather die on our feet than live on our knees.

Men fight for freedom, then they begin to accumulate laws to take it away from themselves.

Men fight for freedom, then they begin to accumulate laws to take it away from themselves.

True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what\'s right .

True independence and freedom can only exist in doing what\'s right .

What man wants is simply independent choice, whatever that independence may cost and where ever it may lead.

What man wants is simply independent choice, whatever that independence may cost and where ever it may lead.

Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
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Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!
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O'er Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow.