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There was now a sudden pause in thein a kind of chant E round the rock, saithin the sweeping bay,

beyond, which was hung oods from the borders of the beach to the

very suroups of peasants, one seated beneath

the shades, and the other standing on the edge of the sea, round the

girl, as singing, and who held in her hand a chaplet of flowers,

which she see with surprise and attention, distinguished the

following invocation delivered in the pure and elegant tongue of

Tuscany, and accompanied by a few pastoral instrureen wave,

When Neptune sleeps beneath the ht hour,

Lull'd by the music's melancholy pow'r,

O nymph, arise froht shade,

And soon shall Cynthia tremble o'er the tide,

Gleam on these cliffs, that bound the ocean's pride,

And lonely silence all the air pervade Then, let thy tender voice at distance swell,

And steal along this solitary shore,

Sink on the breeze, till dying--heard no ic of thy shell While the long coast in echo sweet replies,

Thy soothing strains the pensive heart beguile,

And bid the visions of the future smile,

O nymph! from out thy pearly cave--arise! (Chorus)--ARISE!

(Se repeated by the surrounding group, the garland of

floas thrown into the waves, and the chorus, sinking gradually