A tale like yours, and not pursue each deed

From impulse to the act—complete a scene

With such small details as there may have been?

So cunningly you made romance to live—

I trespassed on your stage; You must forgive!

Praise of Italy

P. Virgilii Maronis Georgicon, Bk. II. vv. 136-176

This our world has beauties everywhere;

Grand are your forests, Medes, and wondrous fair;