OTHELLO'S ADDRESS TO THE SENΑΤΕ.

Shakspeare.

Most potent | grave, | 7 and | reverend | seigniors, | 7 My | very | noble, | 7 and ap- | proved | good | mas- |

ters;|77|

That I have | taken a- | way | 7 this | old man's | daughter, |

It is | most | true; | 77| true, | 7 I have | married her;

7 The | very | head and | front | 7 of my of- | fending |

7 Hath | this ex- | tent, | 77| no | more.|77|77|

Rude | 7 am | I in | speech, |

7 And | little | bless'd | 7 with the | set | phrase of | peace;|77|

7 For | since | these | arms of | mine | 7 had | seven years | pith, |

7 Till | now, | 7 some | nine | moons | wasted, | 7 they have | us'd |

7 Their | dearest | action | 7 in the | tented | field; | 7 And | little | 7 of this | great | world | 7 can | I |

speak |

More than per- | tains | 7 to | feats of | broil, | 7 and | battle;|77|

7 And, | therefore, | little | 7 shall I | grace my | cause,

7 In | speaking | 7 for my- | self: 7 7| yet | 7 by your | patience, |

I will a round | 7 un- | varnish'd | tale de- | liver, |

7 Of my | whole | course of | love: | 7 what | drugs, | 7 what charms, |

7 What | conju- | ration, | 7 and what | mighty | magic, | 7 (For | such pro- | ceeding | 7 I am | charg'd with-| al,) |

7 I won his | daughter | with. |77|77|

7 Her | father | lov'd me; | 77 | oft in- | vited me;

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Still | question'd me | 7 the | story of my | life, |

7 From | year to | year; | 77| 7 the | battles, | sieges,

| fortunes, |

That I have | past. |77|77|

7 I | run it | thro' | even from my | boyish | days, |

7 To the | very | moment | 7 that he | bade me |

tell it. |

7 Where- | in, | 71 | spoke, | 7 of | most dis- | astrous | chances;

7 Of | moving | accidents, | 7 by | flood and | field; | 7 Of | hair-breadth | 'scapes | 7 in the | imminent |

deadly | breach |77|

7 Of | being | taken, | 7 by the | insolent | foe, |

7 And | sold to | slavery; |77| of my re- | demption

| thence;|77|

7 Of | battles | bravely, | hardly | fought; | 77 | 7 of | victories, |

7 For | which the | conqueror | mourn'd | 77 | so | many | fell! | 77|77|

Sometimes | 7 I | told the | story | 7 of a | siege, |

7 Where- | in, 7| 7 I had to | combat | plagues and |

famine, |77|

Soldiers 7 un- | paid; | 77| fearful to | fight, | 7 yet |

bold |

7 In | dangerous | mutiny. |77|77|

These | things to | hear |

7 Would | Desde- | mona | 7 7 | seriously | 7 in- |

cline:|77|

7 But | still, | 7 the | house af- | fairs | 7 would | draw her | thence; |

7 Which | ever, | 7 as she | could with | haste de- | spatch, |

7 She'd | come a- | gain, | and with a | greedy | ear | 7 De- vour up | 7 my dis- | course: | 77| 7 which |

I ob- | serving, |

Took | once | 7a | pliant | hour; |77| 7 and | found | good | means |

7 To | draw from her | 7 a | prayer of | earnest | heart, | That I would | all | 7 my | pilgrimage | 7 di- | late, | 7 Where- | of by | parcels | 7 she had | something |

heard, |

7 But | not dis- | tinctively. |77|77|I| did con- | sent, |

7 And | often | 7 did be- | guile her | 7 of her | tears 77

When I did | speak of | some dis- | tressful | stroke |

7 That my | youth suffer'd. | 77 | 77|7 My | story |

being | done, |

7 She gave me, | 7 for my | pains, | 7 a | world of | sighs!|77|

7 She | swore, | 7 " In | faith | 7 'twas | strange, | 7 'twas | passing | strange;|77|

7 'Twas | pitiful, | 7 'twas | wonderous | pitiful." | 77| 7 She | wish'd | 7 she | had not | heard it; | 77 | yet she

| wish'd |

That | heaven had | made | her | such a | man3|77|7 she | thank'd me |77|

7 And | bade me, | 77 | if I had a | friend that | lov'd

her,

7 I should but | teach him | how to | tell my | story, | 7 And that would | woo her. | 77|77|7 On | this |

hint | 7 I | spake.|77|77|

7 She | lov'd | me, | 7 for the | dangers | 7 I had | pass'd; |77|

7 And | I | lov'd | her | that she did | pity them. |77| This, | only, | 7 is the | witchcraft | 7 I have | used. |

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CHILDE HAROLD.

CANTO IX. CLXXXVI.

Oh! that the | Desert | 7 were my | dwelling place, 7 With | one | fair | Spirit | 7 for my | minister, | 77 That I might | all for- | get the | human | race, | 7 And | hating | no one, | 77 | love | 7 but | only | her! |

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Ye | Elements! | 7 in | whose en- | nobling | stir | 7 I | feel myself ex- | alted; |77| Can ye | not | 7 Ac- | cord me | such a | being? | 77|77| Do I

| err |

7 In | deeming | such | 7 in- | habit | many a | spot?|77|

Though | with them | 7 to con- | verse, | 7 can | rarely | be our | lot. | 77|77|

There is a pleasure | 7 in the | pathless | woods, |77| There is a | rapture | 7 on the | lonely | shore, | 77| There is so- | ciety, | 7 where | none in- | trudes, |

7 By the deep | sea, | 7 and | music | 7 in its |

roar. |77|

7 I love not | man | 7 the | less, | 7 but | nature | more,

7 From | these our | interviews | 7 in | which I | steal | 7 From | all I | may be, | 7 or | have been | 7 be- |

fore, |77|

7 To | mingle | 7 with the | universe, | and | feel |

What I can | ne'er ex- | press, | 7 yet | cannot | all | 7

con- | ceal. | 77|77|

Roll | on | 7 thou | deep | 7 and | dark | blue | ocean, | 77 | roll!7777

Ten | thousand | fleets | 77 | sweep | over thee | 7 in vain, |77|77|

Man marks the | earth | 7 with | ruin, | 7 7 | his con| trol |

Stops with the | shore; | 77| upon the | watery | plain, |

7 The | wrecks are | all | thy | deed; | 7 7 | nor doth re- | main |

7 A | shadow of | man's | ravage, | 77 | save his | own|77|

When for a | moment, | 77 | like a | drop of | rain, | 7 He | sinks into thy | depths | 7 with | bubbling |

groan, |

7 With- | out a | grave, |77|7 un- | knell'd, | 7 coffin'd, | 7 and un- | known. |77|77|

un- |

7 His | steps | 7 are | not upon | thy | paths; | thy | fields |