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[Not lovelier to the bard's enamoured gaze]
Not lovelier to the bard's enamoured gaze,Winded Italian Mincio o'er its bed,
By whispering reeds o'erhung, when calmly led
To meditate what rural life displays;
Trees statelier do not canopy with gloom
The brooks of Valombrosa; nor do flowers,
Beneath Ausonia's sky that seldom lowers,
Empurple deep-dyed Brenta's banks with bloom
Fairer than thine at sweet Lasswade: so bright
Thou gleam'st, a mirror for the cooing dove,
That sidelong eyes its purpling form with love
Well pleased; 'mid blossomy brakes, with bosom light,
All day the linnet carols; and, from grove,
The blackbird sings to thee at fall of night.
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