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I know how men in exile feed on dreams. - Aeschylus "Farewell, my Spain! a long farewell!" he cried. "Perhaps I may revisit thee no more, But die, as many an exiled heart hath died, Of its own thirst to see again thy shore." - Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron) Exile is terrible to those who have, as it were, a circumscribed habitation; but not to those who look upon the whole globe but as one city. - Cicero (Marcus Tullius Cicero) (often called "Tully" for short) But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse reams alone, And find no spot of all the world my own. - Oliver Goldsmith Beloved country! banish'd from thy shore, A stranger in this prison-house of clay, The exil'd spirit weeps and sighs for thee! Heavenward the bright perfections I adore direct. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Home, kindred, friends, and country--these Are ties with which we never part; From clime to clime, o'er land and seas, We bear them with us in our heart: But, oh! 't is hard to feel resign'd, When these must all be left behind! - James Montgomery Oh! when shall I visit the land of my birth, The loveliest land on the face of the earth? When shall I those scenes of affection explore, Our forests, our fountains, Our hamlets, our mountains, With the pride of our mountains, the maid I adore? Oh! when shall I dance on the daisy-white mead, In the shade of an elm, to the sound of the reed? - James Montgomery Even now, as, wandering upon Erie's shore, I hear Niagara's distant cataract roar, I sigh for England--oh! these weary feet Have many a mile to journey, ere we meet. - Thomas Moore An exile, ill in heart and frame,-- A wanderer, weary of the way;-- A stranger, without love's sweet claim On any heart, go where I may! - Frances Sargent Osgood
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