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on the Adriatic, every wave Is turned to light, and mimics the blue sky, As if the ocean were another heaven; Column, and tower, and fretted pinnacle Are white with sunshine; and the few soft shades Do but relieve the eye.

The Morning-time— The Summer-time, how beautiful they are! A buoyant spirit fills the natural world, And sheds its influence on humanity; Man draws his breath more lightly, and forgets The weight of cares that made the night seem long. How beautiful the Summer, and the Morn, When opening over forest and green field, Waking the singing birds, till every leaf Vibrates with music; and the flowers unfold,