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...luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantouness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot...who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in trinmph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills...

...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...who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills...

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