...the heaving wave j Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease! Whom slumber soothes not—pleasure cannot please— Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, Arid danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense—the pulse's maddening play, That...

...XimU uncis Naribus indulges." or as Dryden gives it, " You drive the jest too far." CHAPTER VIII. " Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, Th' exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way." BYRON....

...From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh ! who can tell — not thou, luxurious slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave. Not thou,...Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. IDEM. LATIME REDDITUM. ccErulei super exultantia ponti, Omni corda vacant, pontus ut ipse, jugo Aura...

...range From toil to rest, and joy in every change. Oh, who can tell 2 not thou, luxurious slave ! Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou,...who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills...

...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...

...experience and poetry bear testimony to the sublime teachings which throng this great highway of nations. " Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried And danced in triumph o'er the waters wild, The exulting sense, the pulses maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way?"...

...wantonness and easel Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure can not please — 0, who can tell, save him whose heart hath tried And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pvlse'i madifninj play — That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way!" But having read the passage,...

...the gratification of the moment, I could not help repeating the lines of Byron : — " Oh ! who call tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, 'Hie exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way...

...harbour the breeze freshened, and by 4 PM we passed the Hook light-house, and were once more at sea — " Oh who can tell save he whose heart hath tried, And...triumph o'er the waters wide ; The exulting sense and pulse's mad'ning play, That thrills the wanderer o'er that trackless way." — BYRON. For my own...

...range From toil to rest, and joy in every change, Ah ! who can tell ; not thou luxurious slave, Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease, Whose slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. Ah ! who can tell, save he whose heart has tried,...