Note cg — THE GIAOUR.
Reading edition
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Fair clime! where ceaseless summer smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles, Which seen from far Colonna's height, Make glad the heart that hails the sight, And lend to loneliness delight. There shine the bright abodes ye seek, Like dimples upon Occan's cheek, So smiling round the waters lave These Edens of the Eastern wave. Or if, at times, the transient breeze Break the smooth crystal of the seas, Or brush one blossom from the trees, How grateful is each gentle air That wakes and wafts the fragrance there.—[MS.] ——the fragrance there.—[Second Edition.]