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Tivoli's luxuriant glades, Bright-foaming falls, and olive shades, Where dwelt, in days departed long, The sons of battle and of song, No tree, no shrub its foliage rears, But o'er the wrecks of other years, Temples and domes, which long have been The soil of that enchanted scene.

There the wild fig-tree and the vine O'er Hadrian's mouldering villa twine;1 The cypress, in funereal grace, Usurps the vanish'd column's place; O'er fallen shrine, and ruin'd frieze, The wall-flower rustles in the breeze;