...chanced with mine to meet, How could its thrilling touch excite A sigh so short, and yet so sweet ? AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove...murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers,...

...With many a voice that thrills of transport gave, Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave ! AN hout tormenting me with fruitless wishes, Like the...early youth, war has my mistress been, And though orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours...

...is man ; soon from his cell of clay To burst a seraph in the blaze of day 1 KOOERS. MY NATIVE VALE. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and murmurs there ; Close to my cot she tells her tale, To every passing villager. The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And...

...seen; But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring Inspire their little souls to sing! AN ITALIAN SONG. 1782. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds...from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. * Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden nt Hafod. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers, That breathe...

...universe. TB SHELLEY. ITALIAN SONG. f Dear is my little native vale ; The ring-dove builds and warbles there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every...from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange grove and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours...

...vows were given, With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and murmurs there ; Close by my cot she tella her tale To every passing villager. The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts...

...Heaven like dew doth fall, Or the mind which feeds this verse, Peopling the lone universe. PB Sunxrv. ITALIAN SONG. Dear is my little native vale ; The ring-dove builds and warbles there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager. The squirrel leaps from...

...Heaven, like dew doth fall, Or the mind which feeds this verse, Peopling the lone universe. PB 8HELLKT. ITALIAN SONG. Dear is my little native vale ; The ring-dove builds and warbles there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager. The squirrel leaps from...

...view, Recall thy gentle smile, and say, "Oh, such a maid I knew !" SAMUEL ROGERS. Born 1762. + 1855. An Italian Song. Dear is my little native vale, The ring-dove...from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange -groves and myrtle -bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, Wit ift'S, alS (rt id; bcint...

...infant line Round his knees in gambols twine ; Every hour is full of charms. ROGERS'S "ITALIAN COT." ks orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours...