 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 - 1910 - 400 pages
...upon 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... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1910 - 574 pages
...fierce inhabitants had well-nigh been the result. CHAPTER XV THE TRAPPERS Ours 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, That... | |
 | Charles Loftus Grant Anderson - 1911 - 702 pages
...billows foam, Survey our empire and behold our home I 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." Lord Byron. I HE sack of Old Panama by Henry Morgan called the attention of the Buccaneers to the feasibility... | |
 | Charles Loftus Grant Anderson - 1911 - 718 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...in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy 1n every change." Lord Byron. I HE sack of Old Panama by Henry Morgan called the attention of the Buccaneers... | |
 | John Edward Patterson - 1913 - 428 pages
...billows foam, Survey our empire and behold our home ! These are 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 ! Whose slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. Oh... | |
 | 1914 - 424 pages
...home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. 186 Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Ah, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken at the heaving wave; Nor thou,... | |
 | John Drinkwater - 1923 - 526 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, Harold Spender - 1924 - 372 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...change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! does not know what to think of the size of the ships composing the fleets which were anchored in... | |
 | Philip W. Martin, Martin Philip W - 1982 - 268 pages
...Tales. The subject of the reader's relation to the poem apparently affords him occasional amusement: Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil...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, who... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1991 - 1012 pages
...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 even' change; The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play. That thrills the wanderer of the trackless... | |
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