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, vain lord of wantonness and ease! 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
| Stephen Brennan - 2007 - 808 pages
...change. Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber...wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And... | |
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