| O the precipitous cliffs, the amber sand |
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| Dew on the lawns, and fragrance of fresh flowers |
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| Immortal gardens of the island King |
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| A Saffron crescent in an opal sky |
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| Delicious dream! What if Nausikaa came |
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| This cottage on the mighty forest-verge |
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| Rome's brilliant rascal-epigrammatist |
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| More of the Garden than the Portico |
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| Some thirty miles from Megalopolis |
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| That wooing air that wiles the red rose forth |
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