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"Come vedi—ancor non m'abbandona." , Inferno, v. 105.

" sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,

Along Morea's hills the setting Sun;

Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright,

But one unclouded blaze of living light!

O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws,

Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.

On old Ægina's rock, and Idra's isle,

The God of gladness sheds his parting smile;

O'er his own regions lingering, loves to shine,

Though there his altars are no more divine.

Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss

Thy glorious gulf, unconquered Salamis!

Their azure arches through the long expanse

More deeply purpled met his mellowing glance,