As tho' unsafe, start from their marble goals,

And howling thro' the streets are seeking shelter.

Lysias.

Lysias.

I saw a flash stream thro' the angry clouds,

And bend its course to where a stately pine

Behind the garden stood, quickly it seiz'd,

And wrapt it in a fiery fold, the trunk

Was shiver'd into atoms, and the branches

Off were lopt, and wildly scatter'd round.[Pg 49]

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Vardanes.

Vardanes.

Why rage the elements, they are not curs'd

Like me? Evanthe frowns not angry on them,

The wind may play upon her beauteous bosom

Nor fear her chiding, light can bless her sense,

And in the floating mirror she beholds

Those beauties which can fetter all mankind.

Earth gives her joy, she plucks the fragrant rose,

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