The improvisatrice; and other poems By L. E. L. [i.e. Landon] With embellishments. A new edition |
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I am a daughter of that land,
Where the poet's lip and the painter's hand
Are most divine,—where the earth and sky,
Are picture both and poetry—
I am of Florence. 'Mid the chill
Of hope and feeling, oh! I still
Am proud to think to where I owe
My birth, though but the dawn of woe!
Where the poet's lip and the painter's hand
Are most divine,—where the earth and sky,
Are picture both and poetry—
I am of Florence. 'Mid the chill
Of hope and feeling, oh! I still
Am proud to think to where I owe
My birth, though but the dawn of woe!
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