...Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, at ? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight; That seeks...

...Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure cannot please. Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, ? That for itself can woo the approaching And turn what some deem danger to delight; That seeks what...

..."they all babble about it. But have ye never read, " ' O, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting...play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? '" With that, the sentimental old fellow struck an attitude. His head was thrown back ; his eyes...

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

...Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure canuot please. Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, IV Interior 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,...

...can tell, save be whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The eznlting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ?'" With that, the sentimental old fellow struck an attitude. His head was thrown back ; his eyes were...

...Whom slumber 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...— 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,...

...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...

...Corsair," with its fine rhyme and free, manly gait : Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense— the pulses mad'ning play— That thrills the wanderer on that trackless way? Then turn to Tennyson and...

...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...play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight ; That seeks...