 Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.  The Gentleman's Magazine - Page 4271823Full view - About this book
 | Robert L. Mack - Biography & Autobiography - 2000 - 768 pages
...Delphi's steep, Isles that crown the Aegean deep, Fields that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Maeander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep, How do...anguish? Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around: Every shade and hallowed fountain Murmured deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine... | |
 | Ian Balfour - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 372 pages
...Delphi's steep, Isles that crown the Aegean deep, Fields that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Maeander's amber waves In lingering lab'rinths creep, How do...anguish? Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around: Every shade and hallowed fountain Murmured deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine... | |
| |
