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'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm read more
'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
Anything for the good of one's country--I'm a Roman for that.
I realize that patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred
toward any one.
I realize that patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred
toward any one.
I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine read more
I do love
My country's good with a respect more tender,
More holy and profound, then mine own life,
My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase,
And treasure of my loins.
Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit read more
Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our
martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit passes into
thousands of hearts. How costly is the progress of the race. It
is only by the giving of life that we can have life.
Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome
nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how read more
Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathsome
nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how passionately I
hate them!
Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to
all others because you were born in it.
Patriotism is your conviction that this country is superior to
all others because you were born in it.
And have they fixed the where, and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's thirty thousand Cornish men
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And have they fixed the where, and when?
And shall Trelawny die?
Here's thirty thousand Cornish men
Will know the reason why!
Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.
Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.
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!