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With roses crown'd, on flowers supinely laid,Anacreon next the sprightly lyre essay'd';To light fantastic measures beat the ground, Or dealt the mirth-inspiring juice around;No care, no thought, the tuneful trifler knew,But mark'd with bliss each moment as it flew.
Say, Muse, the soil where smooth Clitumnus glides,And rolls, thro' fields profuse, his ductile tides;Where swoln Eridanus in state proceeds,And fertile Mincio wanders thro' the meads;Where breathing flowers ambrosial sweets distil,And the soft air with balmy fragrance fill.—O Italy! tho' smiling Plenty reigns,Tho' Nature laughs amid thy bloomy plains;

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