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Think not my magic wonders wrought by aid / Of Stygian angels summoned up from hell; / Scorned and accursed be those who have essayed / Her gloomy Dives and Afrites to compel. / But by perception of the secret powers / Of mineral springs in Nature's inmost cell, / Of herbs in curtain of her greenest bowers, / And of the moving stars o'er mountain tops and towers. / Wiffen's "Translation of Tasso," cant. xiv. xliii.
"You are safe here, young Englishman! " said Zanoni, motioning Glyndon to a seat. "Fortunate for you that I come on your track at last!"