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Whose image floats, in softer colouring drest, With all its rocks and vines, on Ocean's breast. Misenum's cape hath caught the vivid ray, On Roman streamers there no more to play; Still as of old, unalterably bright, Lovely it sleeps on Posilippo's height, With all Italia's sunshine to illume The ilex canopy of Virgil's tomb. Campania's plains rejoice in light, and spread Their gay luxuriance o'er the mighty dead; Fair glittering to thine own transparent skies, Thy palaces, exulting Naples! rise; While, far on high, Vesuvius rears his peak, Furrow'd and dark with many a lava streak.

O ye bright shores of Circe and the Muse! Rich with all Nature's and all fiction's hues; Who shall explore your regions, and declare The poet err'd to paint Elysium there? Call up his spirit, wanderer! bid him guide. Thy steps, those siren-haunted seas beside, And all the scene a lovelier light shall wear, And spells more potent shall pervade the air.