That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those that win the race at eve. The shepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet... Poems - Page 150by Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 246 pagesFull view - About this book
| Thalia, Frederick Atkinson (of York) - 1790 - 234 pages
...builds and warblts there; Clofe by my cot (he tells her tale To ev'ry pafirng villager. The fquirrel- 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-footed hours... | |
| Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 208 pages
...The huts peep o'er the morning-cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and...And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my lov'd... | |
| Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 222 pages
...The huts peep o'er the morning-cloud, Perch'd, like an eagle's nest, on high. 167 ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and...cot she tells her tale To every passing villager. : AN The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers,... | |
| Samuel Rogers - 1802 - 308 pages
...seen; But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring Inspire their little souls to sing! ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and...And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my lov'd... | |
| Goldfinch - 1805 - 276 pages
...ot my song shall be, Blow high, &c. BEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and warbles there, Close by my cot she tells her tale, To every...squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts ;u liberty. In orange groves, and myrtle bow'rs, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the... | |
| Charles Brockden Brown - 1805 - 500 pages
...native vale, The ring-dove builds, and warble« 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'rf, That breathe a gale of fragrance round. To charm the fairy-footed... | |
| Samuel Rogers - 1806 - 208 pages
...my little native vale, The ring-dove builds aud murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale i To every passing villager. The squirrel leaps from...And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my lov'd... | |
| 1806 - 688 pages
...a re-perusal will ifford pleasure. Dear is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and warbles there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing village fair. The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange prove*... | |
| John Aikin - 1810 - 330 pages
...thro' the vocal groves. DEAR is my little native vale, LASSDOWNE. The ring-dove builds and warbles there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every...And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved... | |
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