...expressed, those breathings of the soul, embodied in such eloquent language by Lord Byron ? " There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal." But a truce to such reveries, which, however harmonizing with the scenery through...

...eloquent language by Lord Byron ? " There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on th§ lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes,...the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet can not all conceal." But a truce to such reveries, which, however harmonizing with the scenery through...

...rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in Us roar : I love not man the less, but nature more, From...What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.' Yes, even here where nature is all beautiful and every thing, and man abject and nothing— e\en here,...

...on the lonely shore', There is' . . society', where none intrudes', By the deep sea', and musick m its roar': I love not man the less', but nature* more',...To mingle with the universe', and feel' What I can ne'erb express', yet cannot all conceal'. '' Roll on\ thou deep and dark-blue ocean' — roll'! Ten...

...spicy groves to tell its winning tale. LESSON CXXX1. Apostrophe to the Ocean. — BYKON. THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain, Man marks the earth with ruin — his...

...these bones.' Did not even Shakspeare write it ? What poetry in this spot, Thomas ! Oh, ' There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.1 Tee, even here, where nature is all beautiful and every thing, and man abject and nothing...

...but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal By the deep sea, and music in its roar. From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle...blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain, Man marks the earth with ruin—his control The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain...

...hating no one, love but only her ! Ye Elements !—in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted—Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming...blue ocean—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore ;—upon the watery...

...thee — to one and all once more. CXLII. THE OCEAN'S OWN. THE OCEAN'S OWN. Canto JFust. " There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal." CHTLDE HAROLD. PREFACE. A poor Sailor Boy, who was dying of Consumption on board the vessel in which...

...occasions, are in full accord with what the noble poet has so beautifully expressed : " There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture...What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.'' . Turning the eye landwards from the point where I stood, the whole extent of the country is seen chequered...