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Our liberty is neither Greek nor Roman; but essentially English. It…
Quote byThomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay · 1800–1859
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: 'History', The Edinburgh Review (May 1828), quoted in The Miscellaneous Writings of Lord Macaulay, Vol. I (1860), pp. 252-253.
English (original)
Our liberty is neither Greek nor Roman; but essentially English. It has a character of its own,—a character which has taken a tinge from the sentiments of the chivalrous ages, and which accords with the peculiarities of our manners and of our insular situation. It has a language, too, of its own, and a language singularly idiomatic, full of meaning to ourselves, scarcely intelligible to strangers.
— Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay
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