 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1104 pages
...behold our home } These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who incut obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range...change. Oh, who can tell ! not thou, luxurious slave ! Whoso snul would sieken o'er the heaving wave : Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom... | |
 | California. Legislature. Assembly - California - 1854 - 904 pages
...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... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 610 pages
...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... | |
 | Maturin Murray Ballou - Crimean War, 1853-1856 - 1855 - 272 pages
...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,... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - Quotations, English - 1855 - 612 pages
...These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the seeptre all we meet obey. Ours the wilil life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every ehange. Oh, who ean ь II ? not thon, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would iueken o'er the heaving wave... | |
 | John Clark Ferguson - 1856 - 90 pages
...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1856 - 833 pages
...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—... | |
 | Aphorisms and apothegms - 1856 - 570 pages
...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... | |
 | American fiction - 1856 - 334 pages
...I These are oar realms, DO limits to their sway — Our flag, the sceptre, all who meet obey. Oars the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh 1 who can tell 1 not thon, luxurious slave 1 Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave : Not thou,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - American periodicals - 1856 - 694 pages
...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... | |
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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... 
