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REMEMBRANCES.
Smiling Skies are o'er us shining,
Rose wreathed bowers around us twining,
And the Sun of Italy
Is flashing through the clear air free,
And jocund sounds of peasant mirth
Deepen all this joy of Earth!
Rose wreathed bowers around us twining,
And the Sun of Italy
Is flashing through the clear air free,
And jocund sounds of peasant mirth
Deepen all this joy of Earth!
Scents of orange-flowers are streaming,
Hues of rose and violet beaming;
Where soe'er we dwell or stray,
For 'tis the Ausonian May,
And all loveliness abounds
In these, the fair Earth's Garden-grounds.
Hues of rose and violet beaming;
Where soe'er we dwell or stray,
For 'tis the Ausonian May,
And all loveliness abounds
In these, the fair Earth's Garden-grounds.
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Gentlest streams are softly welling,
Of the Old Times of Story telling,
When sweet Water Nymphs serene
Disported by each margent green—
Round the fountain's silvery flow,
Where the faint stream-lilies blow.
Of the Old Times of Story telling,
When sweet Water Nymphs serene
Disported by each margent green—
Round the fountain's silvery flow,
Where the faint stream-lilies blow.
All is beautiful and smiling,
Yet not thus this heart beguiling!
This most sweet Ausonian May,
With its floods of golden Day,
Makes me think of Springs more loved,
Which my Heart's own Spring approved!
Yet not thus this heart beguiling!
This most sweet Ausonian May,
With its floods of golden Day,
Makes me think of Springs more loved,
Which my Heart's own Spring approved!
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