...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,"...

...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...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please, —...

...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway; Onr flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild...change. Oh! who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave ! Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. —...

...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 thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,...

...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...

...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 ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumher soothes not — pleasure cannot please—...

...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...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,...

...billows foam, Survey our empire, and behold our home ! These are our realms, no limits to their sway, — e, 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,...