ii A Letter from Italy,
Me into Foreign Realms my Fate conveys,
Through Nations fruitful of Immortal Lays,
Where the soft Season and inviting Clime
Conspire to trouble your Repose with Rhime.
For wheresoe’er I turn my raviih’d Eyes,
Me into Foreign Realms my Fate conveys,
Through Nations fruitful of Immortal Lays,
Where the soft Season and inviting Clime
Conspire to trouble your Repose with Rhime.
For wheresoe’er I turn my raviih’d Eyes,