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CCXXIII. TO EMMA ISOLA.

Etrurian domes, Pelasgian walls,
Sive fountains, with their nymphs around,
Terraced and citron-scented halls,
Skies smiling upon scented walls;
The giant Alps, averse to France,
Pant with impatient pride to those,
Calling the Briton to advance
Amid eternal rocks and snows.
I dare not bid him stay behind,
I dare not tell him where to see
The fairest form, the purest mind,
Ansomia! that ere sprang from thee.