 | Jeremiah Clemens - 1858 - 304 pages
...booty, the victorious Texans returned to the Rancho an hour before the sun went down. CHAPTER XIII. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change." ANOTHER phase is about to be exhibited in the character of the remarkable man whose history we are... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 pages
...our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. rsed Giaour ! " А» rails the river into ocean, In eble torrent wildly Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not... | |
 | Henry Cadwallader Adams - 1859 - 240 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 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 ; "t•... | |
 | Always - 1859 - 336 pages
...glad waters of the dark blue sea ;' and as Byron in his Corsair says, ' Ours the wild life • * * still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change.' " " Now you've commenced quoting that author, you had better give those lines written on the fly leaf... | |
 | John Connery - 1861 - 416 pages
...voice in my dreaming ear melted away. CAMPBELL. THE CORSAIR. 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 2 not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - 734 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 thou,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1861 - 1164 pages
...our home ! These are our realms, no limite to their «way— 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. Olí, who can tell ! not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave : Not... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1862 - 452 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... | |
 | 1863 - 858 pages
...our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the scepter all we meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 0, who c&n tell — not thou, luxurious elave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the hearing wave; Nor... | |
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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. 
