...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...

...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...

...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,...

...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...

...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...

...smiling Spring Inspire their little souls to sing! * Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod. AN ITALIAN SONG. DEAR is 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...

...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*...

...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...

...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...

...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...