 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1847 - 880 pages
...our realms, no limits to then* sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life trike your own. — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The... | |
 | John Dignan - 1847 - 306 pages
...are our realms, no limit to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all we meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy...slave .' Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Nor thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not— pleasure cannot pleaseOn,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 pages
...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...Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1848 - 320 pages
...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...sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantouness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save... | |
 | 1848 - 580 pages
...the story's o'er. THE OREGON TRAIL. OT T. rARKKAW. JR. THE TRAPPBB8. ' OCRS the wild life, in freedom still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ; Th' exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ;... | |
 | East India college - 1850 - 368 pages
...well imagine and picture to myself the delight of the mariner as he ploughs the watery main, who can joy in every change, Oh ! who can tell ? Not thou, luxurious slave! Whose bosom sickens o'er the heaving wave :•— * * * * Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1852 - 466 pages
...the White Shield's war-party was pitifully broken up. CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAPPERS. " Oun the wild life, in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ; Tbe exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ;... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1852 - 462 pages
...Shield's war-party was pitifully broken up. CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAPPERS. " Ours the wild life, in I uniult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ; The exulting sense, the pnlse's maddening play. That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ;... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 pages
...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...Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please 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 - 1854 - 1126 pages
...our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours th« wild life jealousy of his Trinity contemporaries prevented from...Satirist" for one year and some months. I am utterly — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The... | |
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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. Ours the wild life in tumult still... 
