...bluish white, speckled and streaked with purple. THE RING-DOVE'S LAMENT. Columba Pahanbus.— (Linn.) Dear is my little native vale, The RiNG-DoVE builds and murmurs there;. ROGERS. Why, alas ! am I forsaken?— If forsaken ?— Is it true 1— Still A>-Mi' i ION will awaken...

...bluish white, speckled and streaked with purple. THE RING-DOVE'S LAMENT. Colmnlm Palumbta.— (Li»N») Dear is my little native vale, The RING-DOVE builds and murmurs there. ROGERS. Why, alas ! am I forsaken ? — If forsaken ?— Is it true ?— Still AFSECTION will awaken...

...grave! AN ITALIAN SONG. f>FA* is my little native vale, The ring-dove huihls and murmurs there; (Лом; by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager....from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In onmge-gfoves and myrtle-bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-fooled hours...

...little native vale, The ring-dove builds and warbles there, Close by my cot she tells her tale To ev'ry passing villager ; — The squirrel leaps from tree to tree And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bow'rs, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-rooted hours...

...wild,' ' uncertain,' ' wandering; ' and for Stanza in. 3. see Poet. Orn. f. 2. EXERCISE XVII. (Rogers). Dear is my little native vale ; The ring-dove builds...passing villager. The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, 5 And shells his nuts at liberty. 1, 2. Sweetly (suave, neut. adj. used adverbially) smiles for me...

...gave, Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave ! AN ITALIAN SONG, DEAR is my little native vole, The ring-dove builds and murmurs there ; Close by...The squirrel leaps from tree to tree. And shells his nut« at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm...

...With many a voice that thrills of Iransport gave, Now silent as the grass that tufts their grave ! AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale. The ring-dove builds and murmur« there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager. The squirrel leaps from...

...garden on the banks of the Thames. ' Dear is my little native vale, ' The Ring-dove builds and warbles there ; ' Close by my cot she tells her tale, ' To...from tree to tree, ' And shells his nuts at liberty.' ROGERS. WHILE fishing in the beautiful grounds of Pain's Hill, near Cobham, I have had frequent oppor*...

...garden on the banks of the Thames. ' 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 Si/uirrel leaps from tree to tree, ' And shells his nuts at liberty.' ROGERS. WHILK fishing in the...

...an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-clove builds and 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,...