Beside its waves, whose glittering spray Begems the gorge its flood hath worn, Rome's conquering legions made their way A score of years ere Christ was born.

Beside its waves, whose glittering spray Begems the gorge its flood hath worn, Rome's conquering legions made their way A score of years ere Christ was born.

Gardens and domes, bazaars begem the woods; Seraglios, haremspeopled solitudes, Where the veil'd idol kneels; and vistas, through Barr'd lattices, that give the enamoured view, Flowers, orange-trees, and waters sparkling near, And black and lovely eyes,Alas, that Fear, At those heaven-gates, dark sentinel should stand, To scare even Fancy from her promised land!