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Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my read more
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
Hee that doth what hee will, doth not what he ought.
Hee that doth what hee will, doth not what he ought.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
They that stand high have many blasts to shake them,
And if they fall, they dash themselves to pieces.
Much spends the traveller, more then the abider.
Much spends the traveller, more then the abider.
Want of pluck shows want of blood.
Want of pluck shows want of blood.
When the mischief is done the door is shut.
When the mischief is done the door is shut.
Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.
Our fears vanish as the danger approaches.
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the read more
Treading softly like a thief,
Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot,
And feeling all along the garden wall.
Evils have their comfort, good none can support.
Evils have their comfort, good none can support.
