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Rh And lovelier still Granada shows Her pleasant site to view!" Murmuring such words in mournful thought, I oft with tearful eyes repined, Upraised to Heaven, as memory brought My fathers' homes and hearths to mind. At times the solitary view Of rural scenes more seem'd to soothe; From cities terror-struck I flew, And breathless, anxious, o'er the uncouth Rough Alps I took my way. But not so pure, so vivid showed Their snowy tops the sun's bright ray, As from our snow Sierra glow'd The streams of light, the god of day O'er earth and heaven bestow'd. My griefs Pompeii flattered more: Its fearful ruins, silent streets, Deserted porticos, retreats Of men with grass run o'er. And in my troubled mind began Grave thoughts to rise, how vain is all The power of miserable man. To abase his fame, his pride to gall, How fate delights! and works that vast