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...mileage for each such removal, then we think we may well sing the Corsair's song : " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in everjr change." That a majority may impose hardships upon a minority is one thing, and the rights of...

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...made ; each Zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, Dread, Fathomless, Alone. €f)e<£ea,— Byron. f}H, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious Slave ! Whose Soul...of wantonness and ease ! Whom Slumber soothes not — Pleasures cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph...

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