Each mother | held a- | loft | her child Me- thinks, thy | jubilee to | keep,| The | first made | anthem | rang| On earthde- | livered from the deep;11 And the first poet | sang.1|79| Un-raptured | greet thy | beam: Bestill the poet's | theme! |11|77| The earth to | thee her | incense | yields,| Where glittering in the | freshen'd | field's | How glorious is thy | girdle | cast O'er mountain, | tower, and | town, | A thousand | fathoms | down! 191991 As fresh in | yon ho- | rizon | dark, | As young thy | beauties | seem, | As when the eagle | from the | ark 1| For, faithful to its | sacred | page, | Heaven | still re- | builds thy | span, |17| That first | spoke | peace to man. | OTHELLO'S ADDRESS TO THE SENATE. Shakspeare. grave, | and | reverend | seigniors, and ap- | proved | good| mas- | Most potent, My very noble, ters; | That I have taken a- | way this | old man's | daughter, It is most true; 11 true, I have | married her; | And little bless'd with the | set | phrase of | peace; For since these | arms of mine | had | seven years | pith, | Till now, some | nine | moons | wasted, they have used Their dearest | action in the | tented | field; | And little of this | great | world | can | I speak | More than per- tains to | feats of | broil, | and | battle; And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for my- | self: || yet by your | patience, | I will around un- | varnish'd | tale de- | liver, Of my whole | course of | love: what | drugs, | what charms, | What | conju- | ration, and what | mighty | magic, | (For such pro- |ceeding | I am | charg'd with- | al,) | I won his daughter | with. |11|11| Her father | lov'd me; | | oft in- | vited me; | MI Still question'd me the From year to | year; fortunes, That I have past. | story of my life, | the | battles, | sieges, | 1771 I run it thro' | even from my | boyish | days, | Of being taken, by the | inṣolent | foe, | And sold to slavery; of my re- | demption | thence; Of | battles | bravely, | hardly | fought; ||of| victories, For which the conqueror | mourn'd so many | fell! 1971 Sometimes I told the story of a siege, | Where-in, I had to combat | plagues and | famine, Soldiers un-paid; || fearful to | fight, yet | bold | In dangerous | mutiny. 1991 She'd come a- | gain, | and with a | greedy | ear | Devour up my dis- course: I ob- serving, which | Took once a pliant | hour; || and | found | good means | To draw from her a prayer of | earnest | heart, | That I would | all my | pilgrimage | di- | late, | Where- of by | parcels she had heard, something | But not dis- | tinctively. ||1|I | did con- | sent, And often did be- | guile her of her | tears When I did | speak of | some dis- | tressful | stroke | That my youth | suffer'd. being done, My story She gave me, for my | pains, a world of | sighs! || She swore, "In | faith 'twas | strange, │'twas | passing | strange; | 11 'Twas | pitiful, 'twas wonderous | pitiful." | 1| She wish'd she | had not | heard it; wish'd | yet she | That | heaven had | made | her | such a | man; || she thank'd me | And bade me, if I had a | friend that | lov'd her, I should but teach him | how to tell my story, | And that would | woo her. 1111110n| | this hint I spake. ||19| She | lov'd | me, pass'd; | 11 for the dangers | I had | 9| I have used. | And | I | lov'd | her | that she did | pity them. This, only, is the witchcraft Oh! that the CANTO IX. CLXXXVI. Desert were my | dwelling place, | With one fair | Spirit | for my minister, | 17 | That I might | all for- | get the | human | race, i And hating no one, | love | but | only | her! 77771 Ye | Elements! in | whose en- | nobling | stir | err In deeming such in- | habit | many a | spot? | |