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and still are now thy marble halls, Thou fair Alhambra! there the feast is o'er; And with the murmur of thy fountain-falls, Blend the wild tones of minstrelsy no more.

Hush'd are the voices, that, in years gone by, Have mourn'd, exulted, menaced, through thy towers; Within thy pillar'd courts the grass waves high, And all uncultured bloom thy fairy bowers.

Unheeded there the flowering myrtle blows, Through tall arcades unmark'd the sunbeam smiles, And many a tint of soften’d brilliance throws O'er fretted walls, and shining peristyles.