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... o'er their beds of gold , Nor Ind , nor Bactra , nor the blissful land Where incense spreads o'er rich Panchaia's sand , Nor all that fancy paints in fabled lays , O native Italy ! transcend thy praise . Though here no bulls beneath the ...
... o'er their beds of gold , Nor Ind , nor Bactra , nor the blissful land Where incense spreads o'er rich Panchaia's sand , Nor all that fancy paints in fabled lays , O native Italy ! transcend thy praise . Though here no bulls beneath the ...
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... spear - armed Volsci that disdain to yield ; Camilli , Marii , Decii , swell thy line , And , thunderbolts of war , each Scipio , thine ! Thou Cæsar ! chief , whose sword the East o'er- 2 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS.
... spear - armed Volsci that disdain to yield ; Camilli , Marii , Decii , swell thy line , And , thunderbolts of war , each Scipio , thine ! Thou Cæsar ! chief , whose sword the East o'er- 2 THROUGH ITALY WITH THE POETS.
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Robert Haven Schauffler. Thou Cæsar ! chief , whose sword the East o'er- powers , And the tamed Indian drives from Roman towers . All hail , Saturnian earth ! hail , loved of fame , Land rich in fruits , and men of mighty name ! For thee ...
Robert Haven Schauffler. Thou Cæsar ! chief , whose sword the East o'er- powers , And the tamed Indian drives from Roman towers . All hail , Saturnian earth ! hail , loved of fame , Land rich in fruits , and men of mighty name ! For thee ...
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... o'er a terrace One tall Agavè above the lake . What more ? we took our last adieu , And up the snowy Splügen drew , But ere we reached the highest summit I plucked a daisy , I gave it you . It told of England then to me , And now it ...
... o'er a terrace One tall Agavè above the lake . What more ? we took our last adieu , And up the snowy Splügen drew , But ere we reached the highest summit I plucked a daisy , I gave it you . It told of England then to me , And now it ...
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... o'er crag and dell ; But chief we seem to hear at evening hour The sigh of Juliet in her starlit bower , Follow her form slow gliding through the gloom , And drop a tear above her mouldered tomb . Sweet are these thoughts , and in such ...
... o'er crag and dell ; But chief we seem to hear at evening hour The sigh of Juliet in her starlit bower , Follow her form slow gliding through the gloom , And drop a tear above her mouldered tomb . Sweet are these thoughts , and in such ...
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