 Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.  The Spuytenduyvel Chronicle - Page 2161856 - 318 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 pages
...home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours Giaour ! " А» rails the river into ocean, In eble torrent wildly who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | Always - 1859 - 336 pages
...glad waters of the dark blue sea ;' and as Byron in his Corsair says, ' Ours the wild life • * * still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change.' " " Now you've commenced quoting that author, you had better give those lines written on the fly leaf... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - 734 pages
...home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | John Connery - 1861 - 416 pages
...in my dreaming ear melted away. CAMPBELL. THE CORSAIR. Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell 2 not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1862 - 452 pages
...home. These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey, Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ! Not thou,... | |
 | 1863 - 858 pages
...home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the scepter all we meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 0, who c&n tell — not thou, luxurious elave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the hearing wave; Nor... | |
 | Henry Astbury Leveson - 1865 - 706 pages
...fire, we set the watch and turned in, well satisfied with our day's -sport. [ 358 ] CHAPTER XXI. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change." THE GREAT ANAMALAI FOREST — (continued). — A ROGUE ELEPHANT. Naga's party join us. — News of... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 pages
...as free, far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, survey our empire and behold our home ! ours the wild life in tumult still to range from toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried and danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, the exulting... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 pages
...home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'or the heaving wave • f Not... | |
 | Afternoon lectures - 1866 - 242 pages
...our home. These are our realms, no limit to our sway, Our flag the sceptre, all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change, Ah ! who can tell ; not thou luxurious slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,... | |
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