...sailor's life, in 'its most favourable aspect, before me, I have been led with Byron to exclaim — " Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph, o'er the water wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's mad'ning play, That thrills the wand'rer of the trackless...

...sailor's life, in its most favourable aspect, before me, I have been led with Byron to exclaim — " Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph, o'er the water wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's mad'ning play, That thrills the wand'rer of the trackless...

...sailor's life, in its most favourable aspect, before me, I have been led with Byron to exclaim — " Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph, o'er tne water wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's mad'mng play, That thrills the wand'rer of the trackless...

...thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothe» not — pleasure cannot please !Oh, «ho can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er (he waters wide. The exulting sense— the pulses maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that...

...Afric's coast I left forlorn ; To increase a stranger's treasures, O'er the raging billows borne. Covper. Oh ! who can tell ? save he whose heart hath tried...triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulses maddening play, That thrills the wanderer o'er that trackless way. ÍÍ 1ЛЧ1" Drenched each...

...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, *v . The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That...

...coast 1 left forlnrn ; To increase a stranger's treasures, O'er the laging billows borne. Cowpei . Oh! who can tell ! save he whose heart hath tried And danced in triumph oYr the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulses maddening play. That thrills the wanderer »>Vr...

...the heaving wave; Not thon, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumbers soothes not—pleasure cannot please— Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart...danced, in triumph, o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense—the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? That, for itself,...

...eternities of water and of sky, has not found all description faint and powerless to express , ' Tbe exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way.' I realized on the ocean all and more than I had anticipated, and I dreamed away day after day of our...

...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 bath tried, " And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, " The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening...