 O'ER the glad waters of the dark 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 ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre...  The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review - Stran 89uredili: - 1818Celotni ogled - O knjigi
 | Thomas Arnold - 1877 - 656 strani
...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 I Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease I Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 strani
...empire, and behold 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...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,... | |
 | Percy Bolingbroke St. John - 1878 - 372 strani
...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... | |
 | Charles Duke Yonge - 1879 - 182 strani
...though ever so slightly, we find the secondary form used, and not the primary one. Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range. — Byron, Corsair, i. 7. Where, though ' the wild ' agrees with ' life' as much as 4 ours,' still,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1880 - 630 strani
...seize a spoil No matter where— their chief's allotment this , Our flag the sceptre all who meet ohey. ihes, All flocking to moisten their exquisite throttles With a glass slumher soothes not — pleasure cannot please— Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1880 - 582 strani
...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...range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh I who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 strani
...empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the sceptre Of youthful sports 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,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 338 strani
...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...lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 326 strani
...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...lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 342 strani
...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...lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph... | |
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