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Cut in a thousand varied hues,
By softest zephyrs led,
That glowing atmosphere, in which
One seems to breathe of fire,
How temper they the languid frame,
And soul divine inspire!
The view too of those baths, that gain
From all who know them praise,
And that proud edifice which Moors
And Goths combined to raise,
In some parts harsh, in some more light,
Here ruins, there repair'd,
The different dominations pass'd
Are thus by each declared;
With records, and remembrances
Of ages long pass'd by,
And of more modern years alike
To arrest the fantasy.
The lemon's and the jasmine's flowers,
While they the eyes enchant,
Embalm the circumambient air
With sweets they lavish grant.
The fountains' murmurs, and afar
The city's varied cries,
With those that from the river near,
Or Alameda rise,
From Triana, and from the bridge,

All lost, confused amain,