 | Edmund Burke - 1815 - 858 стор.
...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...! ' 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—... | |
 | 1814 - 786 стор.
...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...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Nottbou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please— •*... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1814 - 378 стор.
...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...! " 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... | |
 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1814 - 572 стор.
...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...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 стор.
...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...lord of wantonness and ease ! ' Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please — ' Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, ' And danced... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | 1815 - 822 стор.
...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... | |
 | St. Clyde (fict.name.) - 1816 - 344 стор.
.... CHAPTER VII. Far 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 стор.
...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 to range " Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; " Not... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 152 стор.
...and behold our home ! " These are our realms, no limits to their sway — 5 " Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. " Ours the wild life in tumult...! " Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; 10 " Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! " Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot... | |
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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... 
