The Piazza Tales

Rock Rodondo.

"For they this tight the Rock of vile Reproach,

A dangerous and dreadful place,

To which nor fish nor fowl did once approach,

But yelling meaws with sea-gulls hoars and bace

And cormoyrants with birds of ravenous race,

Which still sit waiting on that dreadful clift."

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"With that the rolling sea resounding soft

In his big base them fitly answered,

And on the Rock, the waves breaking aloft,

A solemn ineane unto them measured."

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