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...strangers only not regardless pass, Angering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!" LXXXVII. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the hlithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freebom wanderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy...

...strangers only not regardless pass, Jngcring like me, perchance, to gaze, ana tigh "Alas!" LXXXVII. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; ' Sweet...as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymcttus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress build?, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air...

...enongh. We must give the burden of that apostrophe to the land of Hellas, though only in a note : " Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields ;...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...

...groves, and verdant are thy fields ; 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 of the mountain air ; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beams Mendeli's marbles glare,...

...men, art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favorite now. 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...

...the supervision of the powers of Europe. Though two thousand years have wrought great changes, — Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...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;...

...Though two thousand years have wrought great changes, — Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wUd; Sweet are thy groves and verdant are thy fields, Thine...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;...

...that enduring beauty which Byron noticed as characteristic of Greece in a well-known passage — " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettua yields." t A modern traveller J has in the same way described the rich contrast of colours...

...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 honeyed wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The f reeborn wanderer...