...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...

...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...

...and beautifully has the poet described the unfading loveliness of nature amidst the decay of art : Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...are thy fields; Thine olive ripe, as when Minerva smil'd ; And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields. TBtWtj'the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,...

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...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh « Alas! » LXXXVH. 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 freebora wanderer...

...and beautifully has the poet described the unfading loveliness of nature amidst the decay of art : Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...are thy fields ; Thine olive ripe, as when Minerva smil'd ; And still his honey'd wealth Hy menus yields. There, the blithe bee his fragrant fortress...

...While strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh 'Alas!' " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...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,...

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...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...

...Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb ? 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 freeboru wauderer...