...bo eau it'll ? mu thou, luxurious slave ' Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave, Not thoti, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot plnse — Oh, »ho can b4l,save be whose heart bath tried, And daueed in triumph o'er the waters widtr,...

...range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who eon tell? not thou, luxurious slave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou,...pleasure cannot please !• Oh, who can tell, save lie whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the...

...range From toil to re*t, and joy in every change. Oh, who 'ui if 11? not thou, luxurious stave! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not 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...

...of that ship. in its most favourable aspect, before me, 1 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 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...

...twice the man that I did when I wrote my last. " Oh who can tell ? not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,...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...

...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...

...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...