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SELLA.
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Where three fair creatures like herself were setAt their sea-banquet, crisp and juicy stalks,Culled from the ocean's meadows, and the sweetMidrib of pleasant leaves, and golden fruits,Dropped from the trees that edge the southern isles,And gathered on the waves. Kindly they prayedThat I would share their meal, and I partookWith eager appetite, for long had beenMy journey, and I left the spot refreshed. "And then we wandered off amid the grovesOf coral loftier than the growths of earth;The mightiest cedar lifts no trunk like theirs,So huge, so high, toward heaven, nor overhangsAlleys and bowers so dim. We moved betweenPinnacles of black rock, which, from beneath,Molten by inner fires, so said my guide,Gushed long ago into the hissing brine,
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