From “King Lear,” Act IV. Sc. 6.
COME on, sir; here ’s the place: stand still!
      How fearful
And dizzy ’t is, to cast one’s eyes so low!
The crows and choughs that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as beetles: half-way down
Hangs one that...

The Sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits;—on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!...



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There was an Old Person of Dover,

Who rushed through a field of blue Clover;

       ‎ But some very large bees,

       ‎ Stung his nose and his knees,

So he very soon went back to Dover....

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