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VI. NAPLES AT SUNSET.
Naples! where Virgil found his last repose,Where first his lyre the youthful Tasso strung,
The sun's low radiance, o'er the waters flung,
A golden halo round thy city throws.
He sinks—and now each distant mountain glows
Like purple drops from its own vintage wrung;
Can the wide earth her fairest shores among
A scene more lovely to his smile disclose?
And Ocean lies submissive at thy feet,
Won by thy charms unceasing homage pours,
Loath to encroach, and powerless to retreat;
His gentle waves, which but in whispers speak,
Clinging as though enamour'd of thy shores,
Like Love's fond lips to Beauty's witching cheek.
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