 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...  The Works of Lord Byron - Стр. 66авторы: George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1843Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
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...brave, 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...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,... | |
 | Joseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall - 1801 - Страниц: 674
...brave, 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...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,... | |
 | 1813 - Страниц: 996
...shutterM splendour renovate, Recnl ils virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate?" p. 103. '" Yet ore thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy...groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe aswhen Minerva srnil'd, And mill his huuied wealth •Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bite his fragrant... | |
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...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alae!" Yet arc thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are .thy tk-'-b, Thin« olive j ipc as when: Minerva srail'd, And still his honied wealth Hyihcltitl yields... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1843 - Страниц: 626
...laid dry, this one feature of the country has remained unaltered : — ' And still his honcy'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 especial eating of the archbishop of the district,... | |
 | 1825 - Страниц: 776
...thy surface bow, Comminglmg slowly with heroic earth, Bioke by the share of every rustic plough." " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild. Sweet...Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds. The frce-bom wanderer... | |
 | 1811 - Страниц: 546
...touching exposition of the degraded and hopeless state of modern Greece, Lord Byron proceeds — ' 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,... | |
 | 1811 - Страниц: 600
...touching exposition of the degraded and hopeless state of modern Greece, Lord Byron proceeds-— ' 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,... | |
 | 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 - Страниц: 506
...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 Byron Baron Byron - 1812 - Страниц: 314
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas!" 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 ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
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