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stood. Was it in pride Her regal gems were laid aside, As if she scorn'd them all, content To be her own best ornament?

The terrace where they stood look'd down On gathered crowds of her fair town; 'T was a gay scene: on the one side, Gardens and groves stretch'd far and wide In gay confusion, flower and tree Cover'd the green earth to the sea, One arm of which begirt the walls Where rose 's marble halls. Upon the terrace, with a band Of the isle's loveliest at her hand, Was the young queen. 'Twas as again The goddess claim'd her ancient reign,