 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
 | Jeremiah Clemens - 1858 - 304 strani
...booty, the victorious Texans returned to the Rancho an hour before the sun went down. CHAPTER XIII. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change." ANOTHER phase is about to be exhibited in the character of the remarkable man whose history we are... | |
 | Henry Cadwallader Adams - 1859 - 240 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...lord of wantonness and ease, Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. IDEM. LATIME REDDITUM. ccErulei super exultantia ponti, Omni corda vacant,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1859 - 914 strani
...empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre Leila's love, accursed Giaour ! " А» rails the river into ocean, In eble torrent wildly not — pleasure cannot please — • Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 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 ; "t• Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom *lumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 586 strani
...life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and jov in every change. Oh, who can tell 1 not tnou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the...lord of wantonness and ease ! . Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOn, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph... | |
 | Always - 1859 - 336 strani
...glad waters of the dark blue sea ;' and as Byron in his Corsair says, ' Ours the wild life • * * still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change.' " " Now you've commenced quoting that author, you had better give those lines written on the fly leaf... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - 734 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 please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in... | |
 | John Connery - 1861 - 416 strani
...of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. CAMPBELL. THE CORSAIR. Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still...to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell 2 not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1861 - 1154 strani
...empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limite to their «way— 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. Olí, who can tell ! not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave : Not... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1862 - 452 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 please. — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in... | |
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