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Patriotism 1. Innominatus by Sir Walter Scott

By Sir Walter Scott

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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 burn'd As home his footsteps he hath turn'd 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,

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"Patriotism 1. Innominatus" by Sir Walter Scott is a deep english poem consisting of 16 lines. This English poem by Sir Walter Scott demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "BREATHES there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said,...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Sir Walter Scott's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832) was a Scottish novelist, poet, and playwright whose narrative poems—including "The Lady of the Lake," "Marmion," and "The Lay of the Last Minstrel"—popularized Scottish history and legend. He is considered the inventor of the historical novel.

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