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If your country needs you, you should be right there; that is the way I felt when I was young, and that's the way I feel today.
— Countries
If your country needs you, you should be right there; that is the way I felt when I was young, and that's the way I feel today.
There ought to be a 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.
I cannot conceive how any man can have brought himself to that pitch of presumption, to consider his country as nothing but carte blanche, upon which he may scribble whatever he pleases.
My dear, my native soil!Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!
If we're an arrogant nation, they'll resent us. If we're a humble nation, but strong, they'll welcome us.
I can't but say it is an awkward sightEspecially when life is rather new.
Yon Sun that sets upon the seaMy native land—Good Night!
Oh, Christ! it is a goodly sight to seeWhat Heaven hath done for this delicious land!
Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations, may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.
And nobler is a limited command,Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.
God grant, that not only the Love of Liberty, but a thorough Knowledge of the Rights of Man, may pervade all the Nations of the Earth, so that a Philosopher may set his Foot anywhere on its Surface, and say, “This is my Country.”
If you think in terms of people divided up into countries, you won't follow me. The idea of countries is going by the boards. Young people are getting wonderfully uprooted and they're too strong to get sucked into this 'country' crap.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,But bind him to his native mountains more.
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
Who saves his country, saves himself, saves all things, and all things saved do bless him! Who lets his country die, lets all things die, dies himself ignobly, and all things dying curse him!
In the life of nations, what in the last resort decides questions is a kind of Judgment Court of God.
They must be either for or against us. Distrust them and you make them your enemies, place confidence in them, and you engage them by every dear and honorable tie to the interest of the country, who extends to them equal rights and privileges.
Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee,Are all with thee,-are all with thee!
Be glorious, our country! We are proud of you!
The men who can shake off their attachments to their own Country can never love any other.
When it shall be said in any country in the world, my poor are happy; neither ignorance nor distress is to be found among them; my jails are empty of prisoners, my streets of beggars; the aged are not in want, the taxes are not oppressive; the rational world is my friend, because I am a friend of its happiness: When these things can be said, then may the country boast of its constitution and its government.
The country remains, everything remains. The country is lost, everything is lost.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead,From wandering on a foreign strand!
Land of my sires! what mortal handThat knits me to thy rugged strand!
My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.
My country, 'tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty. Of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died. Land of the Pilgrim's pride. From every mountain side. Let freedom ring.
Most countries are founded in conquest. Europe, conquest, conquest and more conquest. Look at Britain. Before becoming an empire, it was conquered by the Norman kings of France and earlier by the Romans. Before the British came, India was invaded by the Persians, the Mongols, the Afghans, the Arabs and Alexander the Great.
I would not change my native landFor rich Peru with all her gold.
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
From the lone shielding on the misty island And we in dreams behold the Hebrides.
He made all countries where he came his own.
They love their land, because it is their own,And think it kindness to his majesty.
To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country.
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
