1:34:10
Come on, sir;
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here's the place.
1:34:16
Stand still.
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How fearful and dizzy 'tis
to cast one's eyes so low!
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The crows and
choughs that wing
the midway air
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show scarce
so gross as beetles.
1:34:29
The fishermen that
walk upon the beach
appear like mice;
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and yond tall
anchoring bark,
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almost too small
for sight.
1:34:43
The murmuring surge
that on the unnumb'red
idle pebble chafes
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cannot be heard
so high.
1:34:51
I'll look no more;
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lest my brain turn,
and the deficient sight
topple down headlong.
1:34:57
Set me
where you stand.
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Give me your hand.
1:35:08
You are now
within a foot of
th' extreme verge.
1:35:12
For all beneath
the moon would I
not leap upright.
1:35:17
Let go my hand.
1:35:22
Bid me farewell,
1:35:25
and let me
hear thee going.
1:35:36
Now fare ye well,
good sir.
1:35:38
With all my heart.
1:35:42
Now, fellow,
fare thee well.
1:35:46
O you mighty gods!
1:35:49
This worid I do renounce,
1:35:52
and in your sights,
1:35:54
shake patiently
my great affliction off.
1:35:59
If I could bear it further,