 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 pages
...our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the scepter all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 0, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1877 - 656 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...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave I Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease I Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 pages
...our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the scepter all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 0, who can tell ? not thon, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | Percy Bolingbroke St. John - 1878 - 372 pages
...I know not where such a consummation is to be effected. Ours was in reality here — "The wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change." Nor were we much less piratical indeed than those in whose mouths the poet has put these words. The... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1879 - 408 pages
...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...lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not—pleasure cannot please— Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1880 - 630 pages
...where— their chief's allotment this , Our flag the sceptre all who meet ohey. Ours the wild life to moisten their exquisite throttles With a glass slumher soothes not — pleasure cannot please— Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 582 pages
...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 I who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 pages
...our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life to be Borne, like thy O, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 342 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...ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 326 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...ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide,... | |
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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... 
