Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
– Walter Scott
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- Wealth converts a strange land into homeland and poverty turns a native place into a strange land. – Hazrat Ali
- But with morning cool repentance came. – Sir Walter Scott
- With the tears a Land hath shed Their graves should ever be green. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich
- With the tears a Land hath shed, Their graves should ever be green. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich
- With the tears a Land hath shed Their graves should ever be green. – Thomas Bailey Aldrich
- He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit. – Sir Walter Scott
- Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. – Walter Scott
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- Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive! – Marmion. – Walter Scott