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...ground, and follow with greater accuracy the fortunes of those "Kings of the main:" "Who for itself could woo the approaching fight. And turn, what some deem danger, to delight. " Norway, which for many ages was composed of innumerable small states, with kings and government!...

...soothes not — pleasures cannot please ; Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense...play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? * * ,* * * * ' * * * Death ! Come when it will — we snatch the life of life; When lost — what...

...soothes not —pleasures cannot please; Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense...play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? ********* Death! Come when it will— we snatch the life of life; When lost— what recks it —...

...soothes not — pleasures cannot please ; Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense...play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? ********* Death! Come when it will — we snatch the life of life; When lost — what recks it —...

...and survey our home ! BYRON s Corsair Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart htm tneu, 'And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting "sense...pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of the trackless way ! BYRON'S Corsair. The polish'd mirror of the lake, In which the deep reflected sky...