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 down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored , and unsung.
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Sir Walter Scott
dogbreath hosts Old farts of redbubble and is a member of Alphabet Soup (Letter ~ R), Anything and Everything FUN, Boredom Competitions on the 24/7, Days Gone By (Photographs must be twenty years or older and include people please), Drive By Shooting, Everyday Life, Friends of RedBubble, Humour Captured, Landscape Photography, Nikon DSLR Users Group - 2 uploads per 24 hours, Object Studies & Concepts, Ohio Photographers Group, Our K9 Friend 1 image a day, Perth, Respectful Retrievers, Route 66 - The Mother Road, Rural Around The Globe, Still Life Photography, Street Photography and Photojournalism, Studio Lighting (2 images per day.) and War .