And smite the hills with day.
Their blooming wreaths from fair Valclusa's bowers
To Arno's myrtle border.
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By Clyde's meandering stream,
When Sol in joy is seen to leave
The earth with crimson beam;
When islands that wandered far
Above his sea couch lie,
And here and there some gem-like star
Re-opes its sparkling eye.
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RGB: 73 130 120
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RGB: 213 155 131
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RGB: 194 92 96
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RGB: 152 190 229
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RGB: 245 222 180
With flashing streaks and shafts of amethyst,
While a light crimson mist
Went up before the mounting luminary,
And all the strips of cloud began to vary
Their hues, and all the zenith seemed to ope
As if to show a cope beyond the cope!
