Walter Scott, The Lay Of The Last Minstrel 1805 Quotes
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
