 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
 | Thomas Arnold - 1873 - 622 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...luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the hearing wave ! Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot... | |
 | Marshall Vavasour (fict. name.) - 1873 - 180 str.
...with extended arm pointing towards the melancholy forms prostrate in various attitudes of misery — " Oh, who can tell ! not thou, luxurious slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ! Oh, who can tell ! save he whose heart has tried " " Now then, youngster, don't make that noise,"... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 584 str.
...are 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...lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please, — Oh! who can tell, save ho whose heart hath tried, And danced in trinmph... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1875 - 588 str.
...are 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...thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothos not, pleasure cannot please, — Oh! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. And danced... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the scepter all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 0, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1877 - 656 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 I Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease I Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 str.
...our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the scepter all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to 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 str.
...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1880 - 630 str.
...where— their chief's allotment this , Our flag the sceptre all who meet ohey. Ours the wild life 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 str.
...are 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 I who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,... | |
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