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It was evening Multitudes of light clouds, partially illuh them floated the

full moon in tranquil majesty, while her splendour was reflected by

every wave of the Adriatic Sea All was hushed around; gently was

the water rippled by the night wind; gently did the night wind sigh

through the Colonnades of Venice

It was er, solitary and sad, on the

border of the great canal Noith a glance he measured the

battlements and proud towers of the city; and now he fixed his

th he

spoke "Wretch that I ao? Here sit I in Venice, and

ould it avail to wander further? What will becoe rests on his couch of down; the

beggar's head presses his straw pillow; but for ME there is no bed

except the cold, daondolier so wretched but

he knohere to find work by day and shelter by night--while I--