 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...  The Inspiration of Poetry - Strana 91autor/autoři: George Edward Woodberry - 1910 - 232 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1832 - 488 str.
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance., to gaze, and sigh "Alas !'' Lxxxvn. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettns yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1832 - 504 str.
...permanent:» — or, as Lord Byron has amplified this thought ' in one of his most splendid passages: — 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 free-born wanderer... | |
 | John Mason Good - 1834 - 480 str.
...thy lords, thy state is still the same ; Thy glorious day is o'er, but not Iby yean of «líame. Tet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields i Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymetlue yields ; There the... | |
 | John Mason Good - 1834 - 492 str.
...still the eame ; Thy glorious day la o'er, but not thy yean of aliame. Yet are thy skies as blue, tliy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields Thine olive ripeas when Minerva smiled. Л nd still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 str.
...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...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... | |
 | John Pierpont - 1835 - 484 str.
...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 his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain air. Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beams Mendeli's marbles glare... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1835 - 388 str.
...this coincidence to Lord Byron, but he assured me that he had never even seen this work of Harris. " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hyraettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of thy... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1836 - 356 str.
...Shipwreck. Pallas and Plato are forgotten, in the recollection of Falconer and Campbell : — LXXXV. 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 480 str.
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh ** Alas !4 LXXXVI L 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... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1837 - 422 str.
...skies a as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields ; Thine olives ripe, as when Minerva smiled ; And still his honeyed...fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain air : Apollo still thy long, long, summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare.... | |
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