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Which no domestic care alloys,
Far from the petty jangling war
Of housemaid, and of housekeeper!
Throned on thy cliffs, how proudly thou
Survey'st the varied scene below:
In curve exact thy mansions bending,
And to the watery marge descending:
Upon that marge, in modest state,
Hygeia throwing wide her gate ,
(A better Cytherea she,
Risen newly from the ambient sea)
To indigent infirmity:
Thy temple, castle, double mole,
Port, spa, and circling round the whole,
Of beauty and of strength the zone,
The ocean's azure girdle thrown!
Thy pleasures ever charm the young,
The morning stroll—stroll all day long:
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To see, to conquer, and to live;
And vidi, vici, vixi, plain
Records the bright and brief campaign.
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