...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas : " LXXXVIL Tet britle, I feel thou art my father still ; And, harsh as sounds thy hard dec arc thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled. And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields...

...infant Plato as he slept among the myrtles while his parents were sacrificing to the Hymettian nymphs. " And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There...builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain air." A small quantity of the Hymettus honey was placed on the table as a further and final illustration...

...infant Plato as he slept among the myrtles while his parents were sacrificing to the Hymettian nymphs. " And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There...builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain air." A small quantity of the Hymettus honey was placed on the table as a further and final illustration...

...infant Plato as he slept among the myrtles while his parents were sacrificing to the Hymettian nymphs. " And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There...builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain air." A small quantity of the Hymettus honey was placed on the table as a further and final illustration...

...inspiration, yet subdued by the landscape to a harmony with its own exquisite rhythmus, (.shunting : " Tet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet are...when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hy mcttus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of thy...

...— or, as Lord Byron has amplified this thought ' in one of his most splendid passages : — " Vet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are...Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yield« ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds. The free-born wanderer of thy mountain-air...

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...strikingly exhibited by two passages. The inspired pilgrim writes : — "Yet are thy skies as bine, thy crags as wild. Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fielda ; Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled. And «till hi-ч honeyed wealth H 3'tnettus yields....

...is laid dry, this one feature of the country has remained unaltered : " And still his honey'd store Hymettus yields, There the blithe bee his fragrant...builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain air." The honey here collected used to be reserved for the special eating of the archbishop of the district,...