 | Francis Parkman - 1852 - 466 pages
...Great Spirit, 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 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... | |
 | California. Legislature. Assembly - 1854 - 908 pages
...pleasure, and receive 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 pages
...These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours th« whom the jealousy of his Trinity contemporaries prevented from success, has b Oh, who can tell ! not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave : Not... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 pages
...our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the seeptre all we meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every ehange. Oh, who ean tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sieken o'er the heaving wave... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 pages
...These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the seeptre all we meet obey. Ours the wilil life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every ehange. Oh, who ean ь II ? not thon, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would iueken o'er the heaving wave... | |
 | John Clark Ferguson - 1856 - 92 pages
...behold our home ! These arc 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. Oh! who can tell ? not thou luxurious slave. Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | 1856 - 334 pages
...I These are oar realms, DO limits to their sway — Our flag, the sceptre, all who meet obey. Oars the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh 1 who can tell 1 not thon, luxurious slave 1 Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave : Not... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1856 - 694 pages
...actresses, no spectators ; all artifice and energy, no nature and truth : while ' OCRS the wild life of tumult, still to range, From toil to rest and joy in every change,' with no limit to our lodging-room, the mighty forest for our hotel, for ever breathing the pure air... | |
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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. 
