Listen, and appear to'us, "; ;. '. .
In name of great Oceanus; jis
By the earth-shaking Neptune's miace,
And Tethys' grave majestick pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook,
By sčaly Triton's winding shell,
And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands, .
And her Son that rules the strands,
By Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,
And the songs of Syrens sweet,
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks,
Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
By all the Nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy streams with wily glance, .
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head,
From the coral-paven bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our summons answer'd have. , i
- Listen, and save!. .
SABRINA rises, attended by Water-Nymphs, and
sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grows the willow, and the osier dank,
My sliding chariot stays, ..)
Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen
Of turkis blue, and emerald green,
That in the channel strays;
Whilst from off the waters fleet
Thus I set my printless feet
O’er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread;
Gentle Swain, at thy request,
I am here.
Spirit. Goddess dear,
We implore thy powerful hand
To undo the charmed band
Of true virgin here distrest,
Through the force, and through the wile,
Of unblest enchanter vile.
Sabrina. Shepherd, 'tis my office best
To help ensnared chastity :
Brightest Lady, look on me;
Thus I sprinkle on thy breast :: :
Drops, that from my fountain pure!!
I have kept, of precious cure; first
Thrice upon thy finger's tip, balki
Thrice upon thy rubied lip: '4'};$ 113
Next this marble venom'd seat, *131!4
Smear'd with gums of glutinous heat,
I touch with chaste palms moist and cold :-
Now the spell has lost his hold;
Listen, and appear to'us, . .. ... .
In name of great Oceanus ; ;;
By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,
And Tethys' grave majestick pace,
By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,
And the Carpathian wisard's hook;
By sčaly Triton's winding shell,
And old sooth-saying Glaucus' spell,
By Leucothea's lovely hands,.
And her Son that rules the strands,
By 'Thetis' tinsel-slipper'd feet,
And the songs of Syrens sweet, .
By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And fair Ligea's golden comb,
Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks,
Sleeking her soft alluring locks;
By all the Nymphs that nightly dance
Upon thy streams with wily glance,
Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head,
From the coral-paven bed,
And bridle in thy headlong wave,
Till thou our summons answer'd have.
Listen, and save!
SABRINA rises, attended by Water-Nymphs, and
sings. By the rushy-fringed bank, Where grows the willow, and the osier dank,
My sliding chariot stays, "
Thick set with agate, and the azurn sheen
Of turkis blue, and emerald green,
That in the channel strays; '.
Whilst from off the waters fleet
Thus I set my printless feet
O’er the cowslip's velvet head,
That bends not as I tread;
Gentle Swain, at thy request,
I am here.
Spirit. Goddess dear, We implore thy powerful hand To undo the charmed band Of true virgin here distrest, Through the force, and through the wile, Of unblest enchanter vile.
Sabrina. Shepherd, 'tis my office best To help ensnared chastity: Brightest Lady, look on me; Thus I sprinkle on thy breast . DHE Drops, that from my fountain pure! I have kept, of precious cure; lite stis Thrice upon thy finger's tip, bom Thrice upon thy rubied lip: Next this marble venom'd seat,t 1911 Smear'd with gums of glutinous heat, I touch with chaste palms moist and cold :Now the spell has lost his hold;
And I must haste, ere morning hour,
To wait in Amphitrite's bower.
SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her
seat.
Spirit. Virgin, daughter of Locrine .
Sprung of old Anchises' line,
May thy brimmed waves for this
Their full tribute never miss in
From a thousand pretty rills,
That tumble down the snowy hills:
Summer drouth, or singed air,
Never scorch thy tresses fair,
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl and the golden ore;
May thy lofty head be crown's
With many a tower and terrace round,,..
And here and there thy banks upon
With groves and myrrh and cinnamon!
Come, Lady, while Heaven lends us grace,
Let us fly this cursed place,
Lest the sorcerer us entice
With some other new device.
Not a waste or needless sound,
Till we come on holier ground,
I shall be your faithful guide
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