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Poem by Samuel Rogers


An Italian Song


Dear is my little native vale,
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 charm the fairy-footed hours
With my lov'd 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 danc'd in twilight glade,
The canzonet and roundelay
Sung in the silent green-wood shade;
These simple joys, that never fail,
Shall bind me to my native vale. 



Samuel Rogers


Samuel Rogers's other poems:
  1. On a Tear
  2. Written in the Highlands of Scotland
  3. To the Gnat
  4. Written in 1834
  5. Written at Midnight


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