human
Here at the coast of Paxo, about the time that our Lord suffered His most bitter Passion, certain persons sailing from Italy at night heard a voice calling aloud: 'Thamus?' 'Thamus?' Who, giving ear to the cry (for he was the pilot of the ship), was bidden when he came near to Portus Pelodes (the Bay of Butrinto)
gpt
The lonely mountains o'er, And the enchanted shore, A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent.