concentre

As from each angle of the Vault

Wherein thou lyest, a line is brought

Vnto the Kingly founders heart;

So vnto thee, from euery part,

See how our loues doe runne by line,

And dead, concenter in thy Shrine.

Are we not sufficiently Brutes, to call that work brutish which begets us? […] All Opinions concenter in this […]

For one so rarely tun’d to fit all parts;

For one to whom espous’d are all the Arts;

Long have I sought for: but co’d never see

Them all concenter’d in one man, but Thee.

For an instant, the gaze of the horror-stricken multitude was concentred on the ghastly miracle […]

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, / Who never to himself hath said, / This is my own, my native land! […] The wretch, concentred all in self, / Living, shall forfeit fair renown, / And, doubly dying, shall go down / To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, / Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.