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16 And forms a Port, where, curling from the Sea, The Waves sſteal back, and wind into a Bay. On either Side, sublime in Air, arise Two tow’ring Rocks, whose Summits brave the Skies; Low at their Feet the sleeping Ocean lies. Crown’d with a gloomy Shade of waving Woods, Their awful Brows hang nodding o’er the Floods. Oppos’d to these, a secret Grotto stands, The haunt of, fram’d by Nature’s Hands; Where polish’d Seats appear of living Stone, And limpid Rills, that tinkle as they run. No Cable here, nor circling Anchor binds The floating Vessel, harrast with the Winds. The Dardan Hero brings to this Retreat Sev’n shatter’d Ships, the Relics of his Fleet. With fierce Desire to gain the friendly Strand, The leap in Rapture to the Land, And drench’d in Brine, lye strech’d along the Sand.