 | 700 pages
...brave, While strangers only not regardless pass. Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!" Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | Joseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall - Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1801 - 674 pages
...brave, While strangers only not regardless pass. Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!" Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | Religion - 1813 - 996 pages
...shutterM splendour renovate, Recnl ils virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?" p. 103. '" Yet ore thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy...groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe aswhen Minerva srnil'd, And mill his huuied wealth •Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bite his fragrant... | |
 | English literature - 1812 - 1020 pages
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alae!" Yet arc thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are .thy tk-'-b, Thin« olive j ipc as when: Minerva srail'd, And still his honied wealth Hyihcltitl yields... | |
 | Europe - 1825 - 776 pages
...thy surface bow, Comminglmg slowly with heroic earth, Bioke by the share of every rustic plough." " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild. Sweet...Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds. The frce-bom wanderer... | |
 | English literature - 1811 - 600 pages
...touching exposition of the degraded and hopeless state of modern Greece, Lord Byron proceeds-— ' Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd ; And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | 1811 - 546 pages
...touching exposition of the degraded and hopeless state of modern Greece, Lord Byron proceeds — ' Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd ; And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English literature - 1812 - 314 pages
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas!" LXXIX. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1812 - 510 pages
...Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, Recal its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate? LXXIX. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; * ' Plivle, which commands a beautiful view of... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1812 - 506 pages
...Can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, ftecal its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate? LXX1X. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, . And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; * * Phylerwhich commands a beautiful view of... | |
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Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his... 
