OTHELLO'S ADDRESS TO THE SENATE.

Shakspeare.

Most potent grave, | 7 and | reverend | seigniors, | 7 My very noble, | 7 and ap- | proved | good | mas- | ters; | 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, 77 | no more. | 77 | 7 7 |

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 And

7 Their | dearest | action | 7 in the | tented | field; | 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 conjuration, | 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; 77

Still

question'd me | 7 the | story me | 7 the story of my life, | 7 From year to | year; | 77 | 7 the | battles, | sieges,

| fortunes,

That I have past. | 7 7 | 7 7 |

7 I run it thro' | even from my | boyish | days, | 1 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

deadly breach | 77 |

imminent |

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! | 77 | 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; | 7 7 | 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 | I

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

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. | 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. | 77 | 77 |

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! | 7777

Ye

Elements! | 7 in | whose en- | nobling | stir | 7 I | feel myself ex- | alted; | 7 7 | Can ye | 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. | 7777

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 | I 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

con- ceal. 77|77|

all 7

Roll on 7 thou | deep | 7 and | dark | blue | ocean, |

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

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, | 7 7 | like a | drop of | rain, | 7 He sinks into thy | depths | 7 with

groan,

bubbling |

7 With- | out a | grave, | 7 7 | 7 un- | knell'd, | 7 uncoffin'd, | 7 and un- | known. |77|77| 7 His steps 7 are not upon thy | paths; | thy |

fields |