 | Thalia, Frederick Atkinson (of York) - 1790 - 234 страници
...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... | |
 | 1794 - 540 страници
...impart, Or foothe with melody, with penfive melody, Or foothe with melody this aching aching heart. AN ITALIAN SONG. , DEAR is my little native vale, The ring-dove builds and warbles there» Clofe by my cot fhe tells her tale To ev'ry paffing villager: In orange groves and... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 222 страници
...echoing cliffs reply, 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...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,... | |
 | Goldfinch - 1805 - 276 страници
...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 страници
...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... | |
 | 1806 - 688 страници
...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 - 386 страници
...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-footed Hours... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 276 страници
...With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven. AN ITALIAN SONG. BEAR 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 loved... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1816 - 260 страници
...With merry peals shall swell the breeze, And point with taper spire to heaven. AN ITALIAN SONG. H)EAR 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-fpoted hours With my loved... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1820 - 160 страници
...planets in their course. * The law of gravitation. AN ITALIAN SONG. DZA.R is my little native rale, The ring-dove builds and murmurs there, Close by my...And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtl«-bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved... | |
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The ring-dove builds and murmurs there; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing villager : The squirrel leaps from tree to tree, And shells his nuts at liberty. In orange groves and myrtle bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I... 
