...loved the blue waves devotedly. — " Oh, who can tell, 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 of that trackless way ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And...

...would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothos not, pleasure cannot please, — Oh! who can tell, 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...

...Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot O, who can tell, 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 of that trackless way ? LORD BYRON. OTTTWARD BOUND. OXCF, more upon the waters...

...soothes not, pleasure cannot please, — Oh ! who can tell, 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 of that trackless way ; That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And...

...soothes not, — pleasure cannot please. — 0, who can tell, 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 of that trackless way ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And...

...soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave ; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease ! Whom slumber soothes not — pleasure cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hatlrtried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening...

...all the dashing spirit of the sea— " Oh ! who can tell, 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 of that trackless way ?" The most fearless, however, gave up the endeavour...

...o'er the heaving wave; 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, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense—the pulse's maddening play, That thrills...

...soothes not, — pleasure cannot please. — 0, who can tell save he whose heart hath tried, And danced e faint beams in which That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ! That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And...

...soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave; Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease I Whom slumber N." George Gordon N. Byron n To leave the city privately — we left it Together— and toge danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills...