 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 all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still...  The Foreign Quarterly Review - Strana 4271838Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Edmund Burke - 1815 - 858 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway— ' Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. ' Ours the wild life in tumult still to range ' From toil to rest, and...! ' 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—... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1814 - 378 str.
...realms, no limits to their sway — " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " From toil to rest, and...! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; 10 B " Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot... | |
 | 1814 - 786 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Nottbou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please— •*... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1814 - 572 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell ? not thoti, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not then, vain lord of wantonness... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1815 - 1026 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway- — 'Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range ' From toil to rest, and...lord of wantonness and ease ! ' Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please — ' Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, ' And danced... | |
 | 1815 - 822 str.
...These are our realms, no limits to their swayOar flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild lite in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy...lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please — Ob, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danc'd in... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway— " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " From toil to rest, and...wave; " Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! 11 " Whom slumber soothes not—pleasure cannot please— " Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart... | |
 | St. Clyde (fict.name.) - 1816 - 344 str.
...as the breeze can bear the billow's foam, Survey our empire and behold our home! Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. BYRON. AT the appointed hour Levingstone was at the rendezvous, and was soon met by one of the smugglers,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 246 str.
...their sway— " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range " Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! " Whose...wave; " Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! 11 " Whom slumber soothes not—pleasure cannot please— " Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath... | |
 | H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1818 - 500 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway— Oor flag the scepti-e all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy...lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes nut — pleasure cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in... | |
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