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... Lord Byron's Works - Página 61de George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1905 - 1110 páginas
...slumber soothes not, pleasure canuot please. Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced of the Tower. MANFRED alone. The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Shrills' That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? That for itself can woo the approaching fight,... | |
| Francis Parkman - 1910 - 400 páginas
...joy in every change; The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way; That for itself can woo the approaching...fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight: Come when it will we snatch the life of life ; When lost, what recks it by disease or strife?" THE... | |
| Francis Parkman - 1899 - 316 páginas
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| 1914 - 424 páginas
...sooths not — pleasure cannot please — O, who can tell, save he whose heart has tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense...— That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? Lord Byron THE OCEAN THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore,... | |
| Hendrik Poutsma - 1914 - 730 páginas
...my steed and forth I rode. SCOTT, Marm. , IV, xix (= the goad of delirium.) Oh, who can tell . . . | The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play,...' That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? BYRON, Corsair (= the sense of exultation.) \ had no death to fear, nor wealth to boast, | Beyond the... | |
| William H. Wallace - 1914 - 368 páginas
...exulting sense the pulses maddening play, That thrills the wanderer o'er this trackless way That of itself can woo the approaching fight And turn what some deem danger to delight. Let him who crawls enamored of decay, Cling to his couch and sicken years away. Ours the brief epitaph... | |
| Esteban Pujals - 1951 - 580 páginas
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