:19:14
Ho, you sir! Friend!
:19:17
Hear you, sir!
:19:19
Speak!
What are you, sir?
:19:21
Away, and let me die.
:19:27
Hadst thou been
aught but gossamer,
feathers, air,
:19:31
thou'dst shiver'd
like an egg;
:19:34
but thou dost breathe,
bleed'st not,
speak'st, art sound.
:19:38
Thy life's a miracle.
Speak yet again.
:19:43
But have I fall'n,
or no?
:19:46
From the dread
summit of this
chalky bourn.
:19:49
Look up a-height;
:19:51
the shrill-gorg'd lark
so far cannot
be seen or heard.
:19:56
Do but look up.
:19:57
Alack, I have no eyes.
:20:01
Is wretchedness
depriv'd that benefit,
to end itself by death?
:20:08
Give me your arm. Up,
:20:13
so.
:20:16
How is't?
:20:18
Feel you your legs?
:20:20
You stand.
:20:22
Too well, too well.
:20:26
This is above
all strangeness.
:20:31
Upon the crown
of the cliff,
:20:33
what thing was that
which parted from you?
:20:36
A poor unfortunate
beggar.
:20:40
It was some fiend.
:20:45
Thou happy father,
:20:49
think that the clearest gods,
:20:51
who make them honours
of men's impossibilities,
:20:55
have preserved thee.