 | 700 pages
...Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave; Save o'er some warrior's half forgotten grave; Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages, but not oblivion,...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... | |
 | Joseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall - Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1801 - 674 pages
...Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave; Save o'er some warrior's half forgotten grave; Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages, but not oblivion,...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... | |
 | 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...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.... | |
 | 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...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) - 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...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 - 248 pages
...Lingering like me, perehanee, to gaze, and sigh " Alas !" LXXXVH. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy erags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy...still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blythe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 248 pages
...strangers 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...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 250 pages
...strangers 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...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
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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... 
