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...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...cravens shun with more than zeal, And where the feebler faint—can only feel— Feel—to the rising bosom's inmost core, Its hope awaken and its spirit soar...

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...monarch of her peopled deck ?" G — ." Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide*, The exulting sense...That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?" We could see, by the shrewd mathematical face with which II — was regarding the blade of his oar,...

...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 pkry, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? That for itself can woo the approaching fight,...