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&ensp;Fair gardens, shining streams, with ranks &ensp;Of golden melons on their banks, &ensp;iMore golden where the sun-light falls,— &ensp;Gay lizards, glittering on the walls &ensp;Of ruin'd shrines, busy and bright &ensp;As they were all alive with light;— &ensp;And yet more splendid, numerous flocks &ensp;Of pigeons, settling on the rocks, &ensp;With their rich, restless wings, that gleam &ensp;Variously in the crimson beam &ensp;Of the warm west, as if inlaid &ensp;With brilliants from the mine, or made &ensp;Of tearless rainbows, such as span &ensp;The unclouded skies of Peristan! &ensp;And then, the mingling sounds that come &ensp;Of shepherd's ancient reed, with hum &ensp;Of the wild bees of Palestine, &ensp;Banquetting through the flowery vales— &ensp;And, Jordan, those sweet banks of thine, &ensp;And woods, so full of nightingales."—

The following lines are the very perfection of Della Cruscan sentiment, and affected orientalism of style. The Peri exclaims on finding that old talisman and hackneyed poetical machine, "a penitent tear"—