...adorns Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave ; Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages, but...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...

...adorns Colonna's cliff, and gleams along the wave ; Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages, but...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...

...fraught with such recollections thrilled like the sound of a trumpet through the heart of Europe ? " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...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...

...tyrannical power of Russia ? Well may we be proud of our countrymen ! The poet proceeds to say— " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled. And still his horned wealth Hymittus yields, There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freebor u wanderer...

...adorns Colonna's cliff',2 and gleams along the wave ; Save o'er some warrior's half-forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested grass Ages, but...Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!" 1 Of Mount Pentelicus, from whence the marble was dag that constructed the public edifices of Athens....

...Campbell used to say that the lines which first convinced him that Byron was a true poet were these ; " 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,...

...Campbell used to say that the lines which first convinced him that Byron was a true poet were these ; " 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,...

...fraught with such recollections thrilled like the sound of a trumpet through the heart of Europe ? " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe beo his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain.air ; Apollo still thy long,...

...Greece ; and, closing my eyes, as I leaned against a crag, I repeated to myself Byron's lines — ' 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 free-born wanderer...

...same soil to-day ! Climate, soil, aspect of nature, is still the same ; what an odds in the men ! " 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 free-born wanderer...