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...In Italy, he 'd ape the " Trecentist! ;" In Greece, he'd sing some sort of hymn like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. LXXXVI. The Scian...

...although with a grumble, I know, allow this as if you were suffering a jerk of your rheumatism. " The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning...the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phrebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. " The Scian and...

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...according to Eastern tisage, must have their Poet, who bursts forth in the following strain— The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning...sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Délos rose, and Phœbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set....

...In Italy, he'd ape the " Trecentisti ;" In Greece, he'd sing some sort of hymn like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, excejrt their sun, is set. The Scion and the...

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...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' " Islands of...

...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Dulos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the tame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than...