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...pleasure, and receive mileage for each such removal, then we think we may well sing the Corsair's song : " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in everjr change." That a majority may impose hardships upon a minority is one thing, and the rights of...

...and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the seeptre all we meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every ehange. Oh, who ean tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sieken o'er the heaving wave...

...range i'rom toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can t»ll ? not thou, luxurious slave t Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease I Whom slumber sooths not — pleasure cannot please Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...

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...our empire, and behold our home ! These arc our realms, no limit to our sway, Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey, Ours the wild life in tumult still...lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please, Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danc'd in triumph...

...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 life in tumult still...slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave j Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not—pleasure cannot please—...

...made ; each Zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, Dread, Fathomless, Alone. €f)e<£ea,— Byron. f}H, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious Slave ! Whose Soul...Lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom Slumber soothes not — Pleasures cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in...

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...actresses, no spectators ; all artifice and energy, no nature and truth : while ' OCRS the wild life of tumult, still to range, From toil to rest and joy in every change,' with no limit to our lodging-room, the mighty forest for our hotel, for ever breathing the pure air...