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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...

...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 to cast hook and line, and sooner or later fled...

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