Within old Ostia's main,

Upon the Roman plain.

And scatter crimson plumes,

With showers of fiery blooms.

A thousand arches rise,

To mountains of surprise.

All flaming up carmine;

Who tend the sun's decline.

Evade us like a dream,

Envelop every gleam.

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The mountains, shadowy ghosts:

With all their radiant hosts?

In splendour to diffuse

Hath no abiding hues.

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CUPID REFORMED.

CUPID REFORMED.

Love trained is Heaven gained.

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