Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?1
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The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.
Note 1. Knowst thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thickets gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose! Goethe: Wilhelm Meister. [back]