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NEPTUNE AND MEDUSA.
He ask'd the simple nymph to roam,
And view his sparry grot so rare,
And promised her a coral comb,
To bind her long refulgent hair.
And view his sparry grot so rare,
And promised her a coral comb,
To bind her long refulgent hair.
He lured the nymph of golden locks,
To dive beneath the gurgling foam,
But told not that the ocean rocks
Conceal'd another bride at home.
To dive beneath the gurgling foam,
But told not that the ocean rocks
Conceal'd another bride at home.
Nor told her of the green sea-snakes,
That watch'd about the sparry floor;
She knows them now, and never shakes
The serpents from her tresses more.
That watch'd about the sparry floor;
She knows them now, and never shakes
The serpents from her tresses more.
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