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380 And most serene of aspect, and most clear;

Surely that stream was unprofaned by slaughters—

A mirror and a bath for Beauty's youngest daughters!

LXVII.

And on thy happy shore a Temple still,

Of small and delicate proportion, keeps

Upon a mild declivity of hill,

Its memory of thee; beneath it sweeps