 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
 | 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
...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... | |
 | 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« wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest,...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 —... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 pages
...behold our home } These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who incut obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range...change. Oh, who can tell ! not thou, luxurious slave ! Whoso snul would sieken o'er the heaving wave : Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom... | |
 | California. Legislature. Assembly - 1854 - 904 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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 610 pages
...and behold 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 - 90 pages
...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These arc our realms, no limit to our 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, Oh... | |
 | 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 thou,... | |
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