...to shore and from clime to clime, — in laying the products of all lands upon our own home-quays. " 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?" Yet let no one contemn the homely joys of a little...

...Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes nut — pleasure cannot pleaseOh, resolved lo sepárale elements. — 'Tis warring still! That thrills the wanderer ofthat trackless way? That for itself can woo the approaching right, And...

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...change. Oh, who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; would have said ; but seem'd to fear To trust their...not — Beneath that grief, that loneliness of lot, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And...

...Oh, who can tell ? Not thou, luxurious slave .' Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Nor thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not— pleasure cannot pleaseOn, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide,...

...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...

...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...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...

...who can tell ? Not thou, luxurious slave! Whose bosom sickens o'er the heaving wave :•— * * * * Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wild. After being under steam for about four hours, the coast of Ireland burst upon our view ; and...

...wave," but have in its fullest sense realized and appreciated that fine sentiment in the Corsair : 11 Oh. who can tell save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph о'гг Ihe water» wide ; The exulting reuse, the pubes maddening play. Ttiut thrills, llie wunderer...

...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...