...sailor's life, in its most favorable 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...

...we felt the full force of the beautiful lines of Byron : — " ' O ! who can tell, hnt he whose soul hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's madd'ning play That thrills the wanderer of that stormy way)' " Monday, 1 Oth. — Wind, south-west...

...expedition, pointing out the delights of the sea, and quoting Byron's beautiful lines upon the subject — " Oh ! 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 the wanderer...

...eggshell boat over the chafed billows, until I almost fancied that 1 should like to be a sailor ; for " Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,.../ The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way." e After a few hours passed in buffeting the angry...

...comes in contact with the mighty muse that made him write as none could write, but one who felt: " O, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the water's wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that...

...who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not Ihou, Ob, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting...

...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...The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play. That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight. And...

...comprehended by those who have felt it, and which is happily described in those beautiful lines of Byron : — Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? The transports consisted mostly of what are called...

...! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! When slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please —...The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way 1 That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And...

...— " O'er the glad waters of the dark -blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Oh! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,...The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer on the trackless sea ! " But as music in mourning, or a tale out of season,...