Nation and Patriotism

O England! model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural!

Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country’s blood.

The fate of a nation was riding that night.

By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world.

The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart.

Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it, “Italy.”

Lesser breeds without the Law.

For it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ “Chuck ’im out, the brute!” But it’s “Savior of ’is country” when the guns begin to shoot.

If I should die, think only this of me: That there’s some corner of a foreign field That is forever England.

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

A nation’s culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people.

For the great Gaels of Ireland

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,

BOSWELL : I do indeed come from Scotland, but I cannot help it …

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

Excess of insularity makes a Briton an Imperialist.

Patriotism is not so much protecting the land of our fathers as preserving the land of our children.

America is great because America is good, and if America ever ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.

God created war so that Americans would learn geography.

Each nation knowing it has the only true religion and the only sane system of government, each despising all the others, each an ass and not suspecting it .

My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its office-holders.

The citizen who sees his society's democratic clothes being worn out and does not cry it out, is not a patriot, but a traitor.