 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 Works of Lord Byron - Page 7by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823Full view - About this book
 | 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... | |
 | Jeremiah Clemens - Texas - 1858 - 304 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1859 - 240 pages
...the billows foam, Survey our empire and behold our home ! These are our realms ; no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet, obey....Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. IDEM. LATIME REDDITUM. ccErulei super exultantia ponti, Omni corda vacant, pontus ut ipse, jugo Aura... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 pages
...the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours...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 pages
...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...ease ! . Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOn, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide,... | |
 | Always - Merchant marine - 1859 - 336 pages
...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... | |
 | John Connery - Elocution - 1861 - 416 pages
...return'd with the dawning 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...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 pages
...billows foam, Survey our 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...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... | |
 | 1862 - 520 pages
...inspiriting lines of Byron rushed into our memory : Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave, AVhose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please. Olí, who can tell save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The... | |
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