Examples of using "Patrie" in a sentence and their english translations:
- I love my motherland.
- I love the Fatherland.
- I love the fatherland.
- I love my homeland.
- I love the old country.
When it comes to homeland
She comes from Germany.
- The workers do not have a fatherland.
- The workers have no country.
My country is the world.
My country is the whole world.
Norway is my new homeland.
Tom died for his country.
France is my second country.
- The whole world is my homeland.
- The whole world is my fatherland.
- They fought for the sake of their country.
- They fought for their home country.
- They fight for their country.
Fatherland or death, we shall overcome.
It is difficult to leave one's homeland.
Russia is the homeland of the elephants.
I miss my family and my country.
We are ready to defend the country.
Great artists have no country.
- It is sweet and right to die for your homeland.
- It is sweet and noble to die for one's country.
- Sweet and fitting it is to die for your country.
I feel homesick.
It is sweet and noble to die for one's country.
It is sweet and honorable to die for the fatherland.
You think you are dying for your country; you die for the industrialists.
How I long for a sight of my native land!
Moorish influence is evident in the music and architecture of this land.
Mary died for her country.
The spirit of patriotism has its source in the love of the family.
Then, fired with passion and revenge, I burn / to quit Troy's downfall and exact the fee / such crimes deserve.
Ideas don't really have a home on the ground, they float in the air between people.
- We don't inhabit a country but a language. A country is a language and nothing else.
- You don't live in a country; you live in a language. Your homeland, that's that and nothing else.
- We don't live in countries, we live in our languages. That is your home, there and nowhere else.
- Turning over such things in her inflamed heart, the goddess came to the country of storm-clouds, Aeolia, breeding place of the raging winds.
- Such thoughts revolving in her fiery mind, / straightway the Goddess to AEolia passed, / the storm-clouds' birthplace, big with blustering wind.
The word homeland is so misused that one has trouble saying anything normal or serious about it.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave o'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Happiness and peace be granted to Germany, our fatherland. All the world longs for peace; reach your hand out to the peoples.
"Ah! who listened or obeyed? / Who dreamed that Teucrians should Hesperia gain? / Yield we to Phoebus now, nor wisdom's words disdain."
O native land! O Ilion, now betrayed! / Blest home of deities, in war renowned! / Four times beside the very gate 'twas stayed; / four times within the womb the armour clashed and brayed.
Far off there lies, with many a spacious plain, / the land of Mars, by Thracians tilled and sown, / where stern Lycurgus whilom held his reign; / a hospitable shore, to Troy well-known, / her home-gods leagued in union with our own, / while Fortune smiled.
Straight rose a joyous uproar; each in turn / ask what the walls that Phoebus hath designed? / Which way to wander, whither to return?
"Then he, at length his show of fear laid by, / 'Great King, all truly will I own, whate'er / the issue, nor my Argive race deny. / This first; if fortune, spiteful and unfair, / hath made poor Sinon wretched, fortune ne'er / shall make me false or faithless.'"
"Queen Dido rules the land, who came from Tyre afar, / flying her brother. Dark the tale of crime, / and long, but briefly be the sum supplied."
The birds' home is in the forest, the fish's home is in the river, the bees' home is in the flowers, and the little children's is in China. We love our motherland from the time we're little, as the birds love the forest, the fish love the river, and the bees love the flowers.
Thanks for understanding the drama of my homeland, which is, like Pablo Neruda would say, a silent Vietnam; there are no occupying troops, nor powerful planes clouding the clean skies of my land, but we're under financial blockade, we have no credit, we can't buy spare parts, we have no means to buy food and we need medicine...
On fly the barks o'er ocean. Near us frown / Ceraunia's rocks, whence shortest lies the way / to Italy. And now the sun gows down, / and darkness gathers on the mountains grey.
"Nor in my madness kept my purpose low, / but vowed, if e'er should happier chance invite, / and bring me home a conqueror, even so / my comrade's death with vengeance to requite. / My words aroused his wrath; thence evil's earliest blight. / Thenceforth Ulysses sought with slanderous tongue / to daunt me, scattering in the people's ear / dark hints, and looked for partners of his wrong; / nor rested, till with Calchas' aid, the seer..."
"Spare, O AEneas, spare a wretch, nor shame / thy guiltless hands, but let the dead repose. / From Troy, no alien to thy race, I came. / O, fly this greedy shore, these cruel foes! / Not from the tree – from Polydorus flows / this blood, for I am Polydorus. Here / an iron crop o'erwhelmed me, and uprose / bristling with pointed javelins."