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AT THE PLAY.

(SALVINI.)

I saw Othello crouch across the stage
With quick, hot breaths, arched neck, and eyes all white,
And fingers curved to claws before my sight;
I heard his sob and scream of brutal rage,
When, like a tiger leaping from a ledge
Upon his prey, quick as a flash of light
He leaped on Iago: then in shivering fright
I saw him cower, as against the cage
A tiger springs, then cowers tremulous.
So sits my soul apart,—as I do here,
Beholding Shakespeare's thought before me move,—
Calm doth my soul behold my passion thus
Beat vainly 'gainst expression. Voice nor tear
Can tell the wild, great agony of my love.

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“THERE WAS JOY IN ALL.”

There was joy in all, but I might not win it.
I looked from the window on meadow and wood,
On fair green grass that the sun made white;
Beyond the river the mountain stood,—
Blue was the mountain, the river was bright:
I looked on the land and it was not good;
I loved not the land, for thou wert not in it.