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Thus on the chill Lapponian's dreary land,

Formonth lost in snow profound,

When Sol from Cancer sends the seasons bland,

And in their northern cave the storht, with startling sound,

Torrents are hurl'd, green hills ee, cliffs with flow'rs are crown'd;

Pure rills through vales of verdure warbling go;

And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o'erflow

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of her succeeding days passed in suspense, for Ludovico

could only learn from the soldiers, that there was a prisoner in the

apartment, described to him by Emily, and that he was a Frenchman,

whom they had taken in one of their skir this interval, Emily escaped the persecutions of

Bertolini, and Verezzi, by confining herself to her apart, she ventured to walk in the adjoining

corridor

Montoni appeared to respect his last proh he had

prophaned his first; for to his protection only could she attribute her

present repose; and in this she was now so secure, that she did not wish

to leave the castle, till she could obtain so

Valancourt; for which she waited, indeed, without any sacrifice of

her own comfort, since no circumstance had occurred to make her escape