 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.  St. Clyde - Page 93de St. Clyde (fict.name.) - 1816Affichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | ADMIRAL RAPHAEL SEMMES - 1869 - 850 pages
...had become a cruel and relentless foe, I felt, in full force, the inspiration. of the poet : - — " 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,... | |
 | Raphael Semmes - 1869 - 866 pages
...relentless foe, I felt, in full force, the inspiration of the poet : — " Ours the wild life in iu mult 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,... | |
 | Henry Llewellyn Williams - 1870 - 204 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 1 not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1870 - 770 pages
...our home I 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,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pages
...hmii" ' These are our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. le 2 2 Q 2 0, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | Athénaïs Marguerite M. Michelet - 1872 - 478 pages
...country :— These are our realms, no limii - 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,... | |
 | Athanaïs Mialaret Michelet ("Mme. Jules Michelet, "), Madame Jules Michelet - 1872 - 474 pages
...country : — These are our realms, no limits to their away — 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 - 1872 - 776 pages
...are our realms, no limits to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild lite 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 ; f Not... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1873 - 590 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 pages
...our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway ; Our flag the scepter all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 0, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
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