OTHELLO'S ADDRESS TO THE SENATE.

Shakspeare.

Most potent grave, | 7 and | reverend | seigniors, | 7 My | very | noble, | 7 and ap- | proved | good | masters; | 77 |

That I have daughter, |

taken away | 7 this | old man's |

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

her;

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

fending |

7 Hath this ex- | tent, | 7 7 | 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: |77| 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 ; | 7 7 | oft in- | vited me; | 7 7 |

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 | 7 7 |

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 | 7 7 | so many fell! 7 7 7 7 |

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 : | 7 7 | 7 which | I ob- | serving, |

Took | once | 7 a | 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, I

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 |
I

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 ; | 7 7 | yet she

| wish'd |

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

7 And | bade me, | 7 7 | 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. | 7 7 | 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. | 7777

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, | 7 7 | love | 7 but | only | her! | 771771

Ye

Elements! | 7 in | whose en- | nobling | stir | 7 I feel myself ex- | alted; | 7 7 | Can ye | 77 not |

7 Ac- | cord me | such a | being? | 77 | 7 7 | 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!! 77771

Ten | thousand | fleets | 7 7 | 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, | 7 7 | save his | own | 77 |

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

groan,

7 With- | out a | grave, | 7 7 | 7 un- | kuell'd, | 7 uncoffin'd, | 7 and un- | known. |77|77|

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

fields |