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THE ITALIAN GREYHOUND.
Lightly as the rose-leaves fall,
By the zephyr scattered round,
Let thy feet, when thee I call,
Patting softly touch the ground.
By the zephyr scattered round,
Let thy feet, when thee I call,
Patting softly touch the ground.
Happy I to think thou'rt mine!
Gentle greyhound, come apace:
Beauty's form in every line,
Every attitude is grace.
Gentle greyhound, come apace:
Beauty's form in every line,
Every attitude is grace.
Speaking eyes thou hast—why shrink?
'Neath my hand why tremble so?
Beauteous greyhound, dost thou think
Harm from me?—Believe me, no.
'Neath my hand why tremble so?
Beauteous greyhound, dost thou think
Harm from me?—Believe me, no.
Cruel dogs and savage men
Hunt a wretched hare for miles;
Guiltless greyhound, here lie then,
Court thy mistress for her smiles.
Hunt a wretched hare for miles;
Guiltless greyhound, here lie then,
Court thy mistress for her smiles.
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