 | 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 páginas
...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...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; * ' Plivle, which commands a beautiful view of... | |
 | 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 páginas
...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...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, . And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; * * Phylerwhich commands a beautiful view of... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 334 páginas
...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 smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 248 páginas
...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 fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blythe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1815 - 322 páginas
...verdant are thy fields, Thine oliye ripe as when Minerva smil'd, And still hjs hotijed* wealth Hymejtus yields ; There the. blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of tljy m.outvtaia-air; . Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1816 - 248 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1817 - 250 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1818 - 384 páginas
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh 'Alar!" txxxvn. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The frceborn wanderer... | |
 | 1880 - 820 páginas
...spacious aspect and deep-blue tinge described by Byron : " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags aa wild, Sweet are thy groves and verdant are thy fields,...when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymethus yields; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of the mountain... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1819 - 174 páginas
...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 j . ; Apollo still thy long , long summer gilds , Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles... | |
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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... 
