...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...Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please. — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The...

...himself proceeded to. action. Who shall say what were now the feelings of Edgar Galbraith ? " Ah ! who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave, Whose soul...Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please. Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide ; The...

...inspiriting lines of Byron rushed into our memory : Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave, AVhose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please. Olí, who can tell save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The...

...palm of folly to the man who goes down to the sea in a private ship for the fun of the thing : — " Oh ! who can tell ? Not thou, luxurious slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave." Assuredly our friend Monsieur Chose cannot tell the pleasure of going to sea, for his soul sickens...

...are our realms, no limits to their sway — Our flag the scepter all we meet obey. Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. 0, who c&n tell — not thou, luxurious elave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the hearing wave; Nor...

...ONZIEME. O'er Ihe glad waters of tbe dark blue sea Our thoughts as boundless and our souls asfree, Oh ! who can tell, not thou, luxurious slave-, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave. BYROS. LA TEMPÊTE. Sur l'océan, sur l'océan. LE PIRATE. Le vent soufflait avec violence du nord-est,...

...watch and turned in, well satisfied with our day's -sport. [ 358 ] CHAPTER XXI. " Ours the wild life in tumult still to range From toil to rest, and joy in every change." THE GREAT ANAMALAI FOREST — (continued). — A ROGUE ELEPHANT. Naga's party join us. — News of...

...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...not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'or the heaving wave • f Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not—...

...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...Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please, — Oh! who can tell, save ho whose heart hath tried, And danced in trinmph o'er the waters wide, That...

...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...thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothos not, pleasure cannot please, — Oh! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. And danced...