ut pueris placeas et declamation fias!
On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o' daisies white
Out o'er the grassy lea.
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Calls us; we lose the prime, to mark how spring
Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove,
What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed,
How nature paints her colours, how the bee
Sits on the bloom, extracting liquid sweet.
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RGB: 124 86 67
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RGB: 109 113 177
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RGB: 33 32 69
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RGB: 147 176 250
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RGB: 204 178 179
Mount o'er the Vales, and seem to tread the Sky;
Th' Eternal Snows appear already past,
And the first Clouds and Mountains seem the last:
But those attain'd, we tremble to survey
The growing Labours of the lengthen'd Way,
Th' increasing Prospect tires our wandring Eyes,
Hills peep o'er Hills, and Alps on Alps arise!
