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. concentrated all in self.
Living. shall forfeit fair renown.
To the vile dust from whence he sprung.
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Sir Walter Scott. in "Lay of the Last Minstrel."
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