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CAKTO I.

lAiri.

Of thee hereafter. — Ev'n amidst mv strainI turn’d aside to pay my homage here;Forgot the land , the sons, the maids of Spain ;Her fate, to every freeborn bosom dear,

And hail'd thee, not perchance without a tear.JVotv to ruy theme — but from thy holy hauntLet me some remnant, some memorial bear;"Yield me one leaf of Daphne’s deathless plant,IJlor let thy votary’s hope be deem’d an idle vaunt.

LX1V.

But ne’er didst thou, fairMouut! when Greece was young ,

See round thy giant base a brighter choir,jNor e’er did Delphi, when her priceless sungThePythianhynm with more than mortal fire.Behold a train more fining to inspireThe song of love, than Andalusia ’s maids,Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire:

Ah! that to thcae were given such peaceful shadesAs Greece can still bestow, though Glory flyher glades.

LXV.

Fair is proud Seville ; let her country boastHer strength, her wealth, her site of aucicnldays;