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BORDIGHIERA.
(BETWEEN NICE AND GENOA)
Graceful Palms of Bordighiera!Bending o'er the Riviëra;
Tho' by Devon's wave we've seen
Beechen grove, as brightly green;
And the light-leaved linden trees
Quivering in the soft sea breeze;
And have loved them all the more,
Clustering by our native shore;
Yet, ye Palms of Bordighiera!
Bending o'er this Riviëra,
Grove than yours was never fairer—
Graceful Palms of Bordighiera!
“Graceful Palms of Bordighiera,
Bending o'er the Riviera,
Grove than yours was never fairer —
Graceful palms of Bordighiera.“
Bending o'er the Riviera,
Grove than yours was never fairer —
Graceful palms of Bordighiera.“
These four lines were the graceful impromptu of a deceased female friend (whose mind was open to all forms of the Good and the Beautiful) as she passed along the cornice road from Genoa to Nice. They have been extended, as here printed, by the present writer.
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