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Now had the glowing Amourist, who won fair faithless Larissaea’s love, incline’d his steeds where lies, girt by the great Lagoon Temistitam, the western world behind: Favonius’ breath the brenning of the Sun cooleth, and o’er the nat’ural tanks his wind crisps the sea-mirror, and awakes the Lily slumb’ering with Jasmin through the noontide stilly: