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...of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. CAMPBELL. THE CORSAIR. Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still...to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell 2 not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of...

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...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 in...