 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 1068 pages
...Thrse are our realms, no limits to their sway — < lur flag the sceplre all who meet obey. Овг« 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1846 - 848 pages
...home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Dure lf into the soul, Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not... | |
 | John Dignan - 1847 - 306 pages
...behold our home ! These 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 in every change. Oh, who can tell ? Not thou, luxurious slave .' Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Nor... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1848 - 320 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... | |
 | 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 ;... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1849 - 476 pages
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 | 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 ;... | |
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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. 
