 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
 | James Anthony Lawson - 1883 - 186 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 I Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Nor... | |
 | Victor Duruy - 1884 - 444 pages
...blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls us 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 tlmu repose ! "... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1885 - 260 pages
...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 heavingwave; Not thou,... | |
 | Thomas Young Crowell - 1885 - 702 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 thou,... | |
 | James Johonnot - 1885 - 202 pages
...mad waves drive the vessel a wreck ; The masts fly in splinters, the shrouds are on fire ! " 222 " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change." m " They from each other's rude hands wrest The silver vessels saints had blest." 224 The Ganges lowlands... | |
 | Raphael Semmes - 1887 - 968 pages
...who had become a cruel and relentless foe, I felt, in full force, the inspiration ot 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,... | |
 | Surendra Nath Roy - 1888 - 466 pages
...— these were the objects of their life. After ultimate success they did not hanker ; theirs was " the wild life in tumult still to range from toil to rest, and joy in every change." In triumph or in defeat, they preserved the same equanimity of temper. Assiduously and patiently, bravely... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1891 - 752 pages
...our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway— Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. as I do here. CLXXXV. My task is done — my song hath ceased — my ¡las died into a Oh, who can tell? not ihou, luxurious slave I Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1892 - 324 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 eveiy change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Nathan Haskell Dole - 1893 - 374 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 thou,... | |
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