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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,...

...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 fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of thy mountain-air." The honey here collected used to be reserved for the especial eating of the archbishop...

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...regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas!" Yet are thy skies as blne, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant...as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettns yields; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress bnilds, The freeborn wanderer of thy monntain-air;...

...suggested the beautiful eighty-seventh stanza in Canto II. of Childe Harold :— " Yet are thy sides as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves and verdant are thy fields, Thine olives ripe as when Minerva smiled, And all his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blithe bee...

...any effectual resistance. CVlMjrma. is no less a resort of painters than of pirates ; there LXXXVII. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare;...

...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...fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare...