in speciem quin me patriae cultumque nitentis Burdigalae blando pepulerunt omnia visu, culmina villarum pendentibus edita ripis et virides Baccho colles et amoena fluenta subter labentis tacito rumore Mosellae.
Nay more, the whole gracious prospect made me behold a picture of my own native land, the smiling and well-tended country of Bordeaux'the roofs of country-houses, perched high upon the overnanging river-banks, the hill-sides green with vines, and the pleasant stream of Moselle gliding below with subdued murmuring.
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