 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 - Strana 7autor/autoři: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1823Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1848 - 580 str.
...the story's o'er. THE OREGON TRAIL. OT T. rARKKAW. JR. THE TRAPPBB8. ' OCRS the wild life, in freedom still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ; Th' exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ;... | |
 | East India college - 1850 - 368 str.
...well imagine and picture to myself the delight of the mariner as he ploughs the watery main, who can joy in every change, Oh ! who can tell ? Not thou, luxurious slave! Whose bosom sickens o'er the heaving wave :•— * * * * Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1852 - 466 str.
...Great Spirit, the White Shield's war-party was pitifully broken up. CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAPPERS. " Oun the wild life, in tumult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ; Tbe exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ;... | |
 | Francis Parkman - 1852 - 462 str.
...Shield's war-party was pitifully broken up. CHAPTER XVI. THE TRAPPERS. " Ours the wild life, in I uniult still to range, From toil to rest, and joy in every change ; The exulting sense, the pnlse's maddening play. That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1854 - 1126 str.
...These are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours tire wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest,...heaving wave : Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and case ! Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath... | |
 | California. Legislature. Assembly - 1854 - 904 str.
...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 - 1855 - 610 str.
...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 - 1855 - 272 str.
...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 - 1855 - 612 str.
...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... | |
 | 1856 - 570 str.
...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...of wantonness and ease ! Whom Slumber soothes not — Pleasures cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph... | |
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