 | Joseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall - 1801 - 674 trang
...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...There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free born wanderer of thy mountain air; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam... | |
 | 700 trang
...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...There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free horn wanderer of thy mour'.ain air; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam... | |
 | 1813 - 996 trang
...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... | |
 | 1812 - 1020 trang
...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... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1843 - 626 trang
...laid dry, this one feature of the country has remained unaltered : — ' And still his honcy'd store Hymettus yields, There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain-air.' The honey here collected used to be reserved for the especial eating of the archbishop... | |
 | 1825 - 776 trang
...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...are thy fields ; Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - 314 trang
...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...fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 510 trang
...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...smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; * ' Plivle, which commands a beautiful view of Athena, has still considerable remains : it was seileii... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1812 - 506 trang
...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...smil'd, . And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; * * Phylerwhich commands a beautiful view of Athens, has still considerable remains: it wu seized by... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 334 trang
...only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas !** '"• LXXXVII. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare... | |
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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... 
