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Breathes There the Man From the Lay of the Last Minstrel

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 burned,

As home his footsteps he hath turned,

From wandering on a foreign strand!

If such there breathe, go, mark him well;

For him no Minstrel raptures swell;

High though his titles, proud his name,

Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;

Despite those titles, power, and pelf,

The wretch, concentred all in self,

Living, shall forfeit fair renown,

And, doubly dying, shall go

To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,

Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.

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Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott, 1st Baronet FRSE FSA Scot (15 August 1771 – 21 September 1832) was a Scottish historical novelist, poet, playwright, and histo…
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