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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.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is read more
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!
Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than read more
Hear me profess sincerely: had I a dozen sons, each in my love
alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had
rather have eleven die nobly for their country than one
voluptuously surfeit out of action.
You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race.
You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race.
If you can't get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, read more
If you can't get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, how are you going to get them to die for their country?
It is the patriotic duty of every man to lie for his country.
It is the patriotic duty of every man to lie for his country.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first best country ever is at home.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
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Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriot's fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of read more
Again to the battle, Achaians!
Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree--
It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.
