Quotes
Quotes about Land
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
Oh, the roast beef of England,
And old England's roast beef!
If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my arms,--never! never! never!
The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,--but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement!
The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England.
Johnson said that he could repeat a complete chapter of "The Natural History of Iceland" from the Danish of Horrebow, the whole of which was exactly thus: "There are no snakes to be met with throughout the whole island." [Chap. lxxii.]
Hunting was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.
"Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby, "but nothing to this."
The applause of list'ning senates to command,
The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength,--the floating bulwark of our island.
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,--
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
The men of England,--the men, I mean, of light and leading in England.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults she is my country still.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free!
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country!
Blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a "halter" intimidate. For, under God, we are determined that wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die free men.
England expects every man to do his duty.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.
The golden hours on angel wings
Flew o'er me and my dearie;
For dear to me as light and life
Was my sweet Highland Mary.
The landlady and Tam grew gracious
Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
