...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...

...monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well recorded worth. * * » * * * 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 honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee...

...amplified this thought ' in one of his most splendid passages : — " Yet arc thy skies as blue, thy cragt as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled. And still his honryod wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe...

...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 groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honey'd wealth Hymettus yields ; . There the blithe...

...her groves, and verdant are her fields, Her olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of her mountain air ; Apollo still her long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam...

...groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honey'd 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...

...gaze, and sigh " AJas I"1 Aj л. A-»** '-t ¿-es«-» S "t Ч-v 1 ***~ ' LXXXVH. j Yet are thy skies rces épuisées, les douleurs de sa blessure devenues pins insupportables par la fatigue, olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee...

...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 groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth 11 \ menus yields; There the blithe...

...regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas ¡" LXXXVn. Yet are thy skies e cried, " ne'er thirst for gore again, Resign the pistol, and arc thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields...

...Lord Byron has amplified this thought ' in one of his most splendid passages : — " 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 honeyed wealth Hymcttus yields ; There the blithe...