Lara.
Canto i. St. 2.
Lord of himself—that heritage of woe!
The Corsair.
Canto i. St. 1.
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.
Stanza 3.
She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.