1:33:14
There is a cliff looks
fearfully on the deep:
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Bring me to
the very brim of it.
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From that place
I shall no leading need.
1:33:27
Come on, sir.
1:33:34
When shall I get to the top
of that same hill?
1:33:37
You do climb up it now;
look how we labour.
1:33:49
Methinks the
ground is even.
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Horrible steep.
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Come on, sir;
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here's the place.
1:34:16
Stand still.
1:34:18
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.
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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.
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I'll look no more;
1:34:53
lest my brain turn,
and the deficient sight
topple down headlong.
1:34:57
Set me
where you stand.