Will rest be found when solid ground denies the heart repose.

Now let the hostile sea perceive no power of hers I dread,

But rather ask her vengeance may fall upon my head."

Into the night the shallop turned, while floated far behind

The captive's lamentation like a streamer on the wind.

And now, like furies, from the east the gale began to blow,

And with the crash of thunder the billows broke below.


STRIKE SAIL!

A Turkish bark was on the sea, the sunny sea of Spain,