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I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diad...

On alien ground, breathing an alien air,
A Roman stood, far from his ancient home,
And gazing, murmured,"Ah, the hills are fair,
But not the hills of Rome