| Author |
Quotes |
| Alexander Pope | Who dare to love their country, and be poor. |
| Alexander Pope | The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never lose sight of it. |
| Alexander Pope | Who dare to love their country, and be poor. |
| Alexander Pope | The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to the hour of his death never lose sight of it. |
| Edmund Burke | There ought to be system of manners in every nation which a well-formed mind would be disposed to relish. To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely. |
| Sir Walter Scott | 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! |
| Sir Walter Scott | Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand! |
| Sir Walter Scott | My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor. |
| Thomas W Higginson | To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country. |
| Marcus Tullius Cicero | Our country is wherever we are well off. |
| Horatius Flaccus | What exile from his country is able to escape from himself? |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, Our faith triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee,--are all with thee! |
| John Dryden | And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark. |
| John Dryden | He made all countries where he came his own. |
| Robert Burns | My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content! |
| Unattributed Author | From the lone shielding on the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas, But still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides. |
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