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...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realml., 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 jov in every change. O, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving...

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...are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild hie 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 —...

...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 ! Oh,...

...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...

...the Great Spirit, the White Shield's war-party was pitifully broken up. CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAPPERS. " Ours the wild life, in tumult still to range. From toil to rest, and joy in every change; The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ; That...

...regions, as delightful to them, as are the regions of fancy to the poet. "Theirs the wild life, in frolick still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change." f, V. APPENDIX" [/ extract the following from the "Views of Louisiana," to assist the reader in forming...

...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — e, 'tis but the same; My pang to Not thou, vain lord of Wantonness and Ease! Whom Slumber soothes not — Pleasure cannot please...

...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." — BYRON, The Corsair. Barranquilla, a city 'of about sixty-five thousand inhabitants, is notable...