 | 1787 - 546 էջ
...orange groves and myrtle bnwrers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I ciiarm the fairy»fuued hours With my lov'd lute's romantic found ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For ihofe tliat win til« race at eve. The fhcpherd's horn at break of day. The ballet d..nc'd in twilight... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1793 - 136 էջ
...fquirrel leaps from tree to tree. And Ihells 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 lute's romantic found; . 124 AN ITALIAN i Or crowns of living laurel weave, For thofe that win the race at eve. The fhepherd's... | |
 | 1794 - 540 էջ
...ring-dove builds and warbles there» Clofe by my cot fhe tells her tale To ev'ry paffing villager: In orange groves and myrtle bow'rs, That breathe a...lute's romantic found : Or crowns of living laurel weaveFor thofe that win the race at eve. The fhepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet danc'd in... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1799 - 222 էջ
...fquirrel leaps from tree to tree, And fhells his nuts at liberty. In orange-groves and myrtle-bowers, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the...found; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For thofe that wio the race at eve. The fhepherd's horn at break of day, The ballet danc'd in twilight glade, The... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 222 էջ
...and murmurs there; Close by my 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, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1801 - 208 էջ
...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 charm the fairy-footed hours... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1802 - 308 էջ
...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 charm the fairy-footed hours... | |
 | Goldfinch - 1805 - 276 էջ
...her tale, To every passing villager ; The 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 fairv footed hours, With ray lov'cf lute's romantic'sound ; Or crowns of living laurel weave, For those... | |
 | Charles Brockden Brown - 1805 - 500 էջ
...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 hours, With my lov*d lute's... | |
 | 1806 - 688 էջ
...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* and myrtle bow'rs, That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With... | |
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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. 
