frown; Where the gigantic King of Day On his own Rhodes looks
down; Where oft Orontes murmurs Beneath the laurel shades;
Where Nile reflects the endless length Of dark red colonnades;
Where in the still deep water; Sheltered from waves and blasts;
Bristles the dusky forest Of Byrsa's thousand masts; Where fur…clad
hunters wander Amidst the northern ice; Where through the sand of
morning…land The camel bears the spice; Where Atlas flings his
shadow Far o'er the western foam; Shall be great fear on all who
hear The might name of Rome。''
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