Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?1
The Bride of Abydos. Canto i. Stanza 1.
Note 1. Knowst thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thickets gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose! Goethe: Wilhelm Meister. [back]