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...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...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 the wanderer...

...slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and case ! will leave the loftiest star. XXXIX. Yet well thy soul Tfie exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...