BYRON, George Gordon – The Corsair : The Pirate’s Song

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BYRON, George Gordon – The Corsair : The Pirate's Song.

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 fokm,
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 life in tumult still to range
From toil to rest, and joy in ev'ry change.
Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious 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 !
Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide,
Th' exulting sense—the pulse's madd'ning play,
That thrills the wand'rer of that trackless way ?
That for itself can woo th' approaching fight,
And turn what some deem danger lo delight :
That seeks what cravens shun with more than zeal,
And where the feebler faint — can only feel —
Feel—to the rising bosom's inmost core,
Its hope awaken and its spirits soar ?
No dread of death — if with us die our foes —
Save that it seems e'en duller than repose :
Come when it will — we snatch the life of life;
When lost — what recks it — by disease or strife ?
Let him who crawls enamor'd of decay,
Cling to his couch, and sicken years away,
Heave his thick breath, and shake his palsy'd
Ours — the fresh turf, and not the fev'rish bed.
While gasp by gasp he falters forth his soul,
Ours with one pang — one bound — escapes control.
His corse may boast its urn and narrow cave,
And they who loath'd his life may gild his grave :
Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed,
When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.
For us, e'en banquets fond regret supply
In the red cup that crowns our memory ;
And the brief epitaph in danger's day,
When those who win at length divide the prey,
And cry, remembrance sadd'ning o'er each brow,
How had the brave who fell exulted now !

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