 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1837 - 352 ページ
...plants his paltry desk. And makes degraded nature picturesque." LxxxvI. Yet are thy skies as hlue, 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 Hymettus yields; There the hlithe hee... | |
 | Rembrandt Peale - 1839 - 276 ページ
...monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well recorded worth. * * » * * * 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 Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1839 - 782 ページ
...amplified this thought ' in one of his most splendid passages : — " Yet arc thy skies as blue, thy cragt as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled. And still his honryod wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe... | |
 | 1840 - 378 ページ
...only not regardless pass, 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 olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honey'd wealth Hymettus yields ; . There the blithe... | |
 | William Cooke Taylor - 1840 - 800 ページ
...her groves, and verdant are her fields, Her 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 of her mountain air ; Apollo still her long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam... | |
 | 1840 - 368 ページ
...groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honey'd 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 beam... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 998 ページ
...gaze, and sigh " AJas I"1 Aj л. A-»** '-t ¿-es«-» S "t Ч-v 1 ***~ ' LXXXVH. j Yet are thy skies rces épuisées, les douleurs de sa blessure devenues pins insupportables par la fatigue, olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee... | |
 | Henry Alford - 1841 - 272 ページ
...only not regardless pass, 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 olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth 11 \ menus yields; There the blithe... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1842 - 866 ページ
...regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas ¡" LXXXVn. Yet are thy skies e cried, " ne'er thirst for gore again, Resign the pistol, and arc thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1844 - 780 ページ
...Lord Byron has amplified this thought ' in one of his most splendid passages : — " 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 honeyed wealth Hymcttus yields ; There the blithe... | |
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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... 
