...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 thon, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,...

...Government or not, I know not where such a consummation is to be effected. Ours was in reality here — "The wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change." Nor were we much less piratical indeed than those in whose mouths the poet has put these words. The...

...our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy O, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...

...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...

...our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. , which but an hour ago Blush 'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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 ! Ours...range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. No dread of death — if with us die our foes — Save that it seems even duller than repose ! " Cilicia,...

...our home! These are our realms, no limits to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. f this verse, And pile on human heads th Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...