"I am lost!" said the Fiend, and he fell like a

stone;

Then rising the Fairy in ire

With a touch of her finger she loosen'd her zone,

(While the limbs on the wall gave a terrible groan,) And she swelled to a column of fire.

Her spear now a thunder-bolt flash'd in the air,
And sulphur the vault fill'd around:

She smote the grim monster; and now by the hair
High-lifting, she hurl'd him in speechless despair
Down the depths of the chasm profound.

Then over the picture thrice waving her spear, "Come forth!" said the good Geraldine;

When, behold, from the canvass descending, ap

pear

Fair Ellen, in person more lovely than e'er,

With grace more than ever divine!

MYRTILLA.

MYRTILLA.

Addressed to a LADY, who lamented that she

had never been in love.

"Al nuovo giorno,

Pietosa man' mi sollevo.

METASTASIO.

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АH me! how sad," Myrtilla cried,

"To waste alone my years!"

While o'er a streamlet's flow'ry side
She pensive hung, and watch'd the tide
That dimpled with her tears.

M