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44 Or thirsty Lybia; from whose fervid loins The lion bursts, and every fiend that roams Th' affrighted wilderness. The mountain herd, Adust and dry, no sweet repast affords; Nor does the tepid main such kinds produce, So perfect, so delicious, as the stores Of icy Zembla. Rashly where the blood Brews feverish frays; where scarce the tubes sustain Its tumid fervor and tempestuous course; Kind nature tempts not to such gifts as these. But here in livid ripeness melts the grape; Here, finish'd by invigorating suns, Thro' the green shade the golden Orange glows Spontaneous here the turgid Melon yields A generous pulp; the Coco swells on high With milky riches; and in horrid mail The soft Ananas wraps its tender sweets. Earth's vaunted progeny: In ruder air Rh