“ My own, my sunny Georgia!Yes, these shall teach thy foes to feel That Southern hearts, and Southern steel, Will make them in submission kneel Before the sons of Georgia! And thou shalt see thy daughters, too, With pride and patriotism true, Arise with strength to dare and do, Ere they shall conquer Georgia.Thy name shall be a name of pride-- Thy heroes all have nobly died, That thou mayst be the spotless bride Of Liberty, my Georgia! Then wave thy sword and banner high, And louder raise the battle-cry, 'Till shouts of victory reach the sky, And thou art free, my Georgia! ”
Georgia
Definition and stakes
Georgia, a transcontinental nation in the Caucasus, spans Eastern Europe and West Asia, celebrated for its ancient Christian legacy, strategic location, and complex history of independence and foreign influence. From the medieval Kingdom of Georgia, which thrived under rulers such as David IV and Queen Tamar, to its Soviet era and contemporary drive for Western alignment, the country’s story is filled with resilience.
Writers such as John Oliver Wardrop, in The Kingdom of Georgia, illustrated its rich past with vivid depictions of fallen monarchs and lost grandeur, while others, like Joel Chandler Harris, examined Georgia’s cultural duality—its people’s perseverance and the land’s contrasting features, from lush vineyards to severe winters. These diverse portrayals, whether through historical insight or literary imagery, highlight Georgia’s lasting duality as both a geopolitical nexus and a symbol of steadfast identity.
Quotes about “Georgia”
John Oliver Wardrop,
The Kingdom of Georgia: Notes of travel in a land of women…
“ The King of Georgia had to ask the help of the King of Imereti, but if thou hadst been in Tiflis thou hadst seen how shamefully the Imeretians behaved. Irakli, with but a handful of men, fought gallantly against a hundred thousand, and lost his throne only because his children pitilessly forsook him, leaving him to be defeated by a wretched gelding. His ancient glory is darkened, his capital in ruins, the weal of his folk is fled. Under yon crumbling wall thou seest the mighty King of Georgia hiding from the gaze of all men, helpless and clothed in a ragged sheepskin! ”
May Agnes Fleming,
The Actress' Daughter: A Novel
“ One night, as darkness was falling over the city, Georgia found herself suddenly among a crowd of people who were passing rapidly into a church. Borne along by the throng, she was carried in, too, and half-bewildered by the crowd, and by the crash of a grand organ, and the glitter of many lights, she found herself in a pew, among thousands of others, before she quite realized where she was. ”
