country (n.)
- acres
- airspace
- alluvion
- alluvium
- area
- belt
- boondocks
- bucolic
- clay
- clod
- confines
- corridor
- countryside
- crust
- department
- dirt
- district
- division
- dust
- earth
- environs
- farm
- fatherland
- freehold
- glebe
- grassland
- ground
- heartland
- hinterland
- home
- homeland
- inquest
- jury
- land
- lithosphere
- lowland
- marl
- milieu
- mold
- motherland
- mountains
- nation
- neighborhood
- outback
- panel
- part
- parts
- pastoral
- place
- power
- premises
- provinces
- provincial
- quarter
- realm
- region
- rustic
- salient
- section
- sessions
- sod
- soil
- space
- state
- subsoil
- terrain
- territory
- topsoil
- upland
- venire
- vicinity
- wilderness
- woodland
- woods
- zone
country (adv.)
country (adj.)
And for our country 't is a bliss to die.
I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets.
Who dared to love their country, and be poor.
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
What a pity is it
That we can die but once to save our country!
King Stephen was a worthy peere,
His breeches cost him but a croune;
He held them sixpence all too deere,
Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.
He was a wight of high renowne,
And those but of a low degree;
Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune,
Then take thine old cloake about thee.
And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.
God made the country, and man made the town.
As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country.
There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing
To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.
I loved my country, and I hated him.
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,—
His first, best country ever is at home.
England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country!
Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.
The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
But in another country, as he said,
Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil;
Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain
Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.
True patriots all; for be it understood
We left our country for our country's good.
A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
Herbs, and other country messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.
O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!
My country is the world; my countrymen are mankind.
My country, 't is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims' pride,
From every mountain-side
Let freedom ring.
Let our object be our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country.
One country, one constitution, one destiny.
Our Country,—whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less,—still our Country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands.
Our country is the world; our countrymen are mankind.
Aristippus said that a wise man's country was the world.
Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.
Let our object be our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country.
A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country and in his own house.
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Our Country,—whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however otherwise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less,—still our Country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by all our hands.
Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
Thespis, the first professor of our art,
At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.
He serves me most who serves his country best.
Be England what she will,
With all her faults she is my country still.
