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...empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway, — Our flag the scepter all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still...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,...

...Government or not, 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...

...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...lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not—pleasure cannot please— Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph...

...separated from it, though ever so slightly, we find the secondary form used, and not the primary one. Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range. — Byron, Corsair, i. 7. Where, though ' the wild ' agrees with ' life' as much as 4 ours,' still,...

...seize a spoil No matter where— their chief's allotment this , Our flag the sceptre all who meet ohey. ihes, All flocking to moisten their exquisite throttles With a glass slumher soothes not — pleasure cannot please— Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...

...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...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,...

...the billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy O, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...

...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...ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide,...

...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...ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide,...