 O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, 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...  The corsair, a tale [in verse.]. - Page 11de George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 114 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
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...The time in this poem mfty seem too short for the These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! \Yhose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and case ! Whom... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 482 pages
...Toe Unie ID thii poem m»j меш too ibort for the These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell ? not (bou, luxurious slave ! \Yhose soul would sicken o'er the heaving warp ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pages
...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...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not, — pleasure cannot please,... | |
 | 1838 - 506 pages
...are our realms, no limits to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild lire in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not—pleasure cannot please—... | |
 | John George Cochrane - 1838 - 508 pages
...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...range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Ob, who can tell r not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1838 - 604 pages
...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behokl 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 Frpm toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can telll not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul... | |
 | Frederick Peter Delmé Radcliffe - 1839 - 394 pages
...seaman's feelings upon his element, contrasted with those of one incapable of sharing them : — " Say, who can tell — not thou luxurious slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of indolence and ease, Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please : Say,... | |
 | Frederick Peter Delmé Radcliffe - 1839 - 386 pages
...seaman's feelings upon his element, contrasted with those of one incapable of sharing them : — " Say, who can tell — not thou luxurious slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of indolence and ease, Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please : Say,... | |
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...The time in Ibis pit-in may seem too ehort for the These are our realms, no limits to their sway — yron ; Not Ihou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please.... | |
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...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — . ' XLH. There shall they rot — ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please... | |
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