...godlike men, art thou ! Thy vales of ever-green, thy hills of snow Proclaim thee Nature's varied favorite now. Thy fanes, thy temples, to thy surface bow, Commingling...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,...

...forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave; Ages, but not oblivion, feebly brave, While strangers...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain air....

...this coincidence to Lord Byron, but he assured me that he had never even seen this work of Harris. " 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 honeyed wealth Hyraettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress...

...as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and 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, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam...

...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh ** Alas !4 LXXXVI L 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,...

...plants his paltry desk. And makes degraded nature picturesque." LxxxvI. Yet are thy skies as hlue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the hlithe hee his fragrant fortress huilds,...

...not regardless pass. Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas !B 9 * . ' * L1ÉXXYÏL. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and \erdaut are thy fields, Thiue olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his Lonied wealth Hyiuettus...

...groves, and verdant are thy fields ; Thine olives ripe, as when Minerva smiled ; And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields. 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...

...So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well recorded worth. * * » * * * 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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