Moonlight The Doge's daughter: Ariadne: Carmen Britannicum, or The song of Britain: Angelica, or The rape of Proteus: By Edward, Lord Thurlow |
A SCENE, IN AN EVENING BAY. |
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A SCENE, IN AN EVENING BAY.
The Zephyr sleepsOn the brine and crystal deeps;
The flagging sails make hardly way,
And the still boats gem the bay:
The fisher throws his shrimping net,
'Tis now near night; but not night yet;
Farewell, Apollo!
I walk upon the sands, and hear
The Sea-nymphs blow their musick clear,
And, hark! the Tritons hollow.
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