...Where burning Sappho lov*d and sung. Where grew the arts of war and peace. Where Delon rose and Phcebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set,' What a theme for contemplation is ancient Greece 1 The cradle of freedom and bravery, where tyrants...

...In Italy, he 'd ape the " Trecentist! ;" In Greece, he'd sing some sort of hymn like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. LXXXVI. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores...

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...although with a grumble, I know, allow this as if you were suffering a jerk of your rheumatism. " The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning...the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phrebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. " The Scian and...

...Italy, he'd ape the „ Trecentisti ; " In Greece, he'd sing some sort of hymn like tint t'yc: The isles of Greece , the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of \var and peace , — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all ,...

...know, allow this as if you were suffering a jerk of your rheumatism. " The isles of Greece, the ides of Greece, Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Délos rose, and Phœbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set...

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...according to Eastern tisage, must have their Poet, who bursts forth in the following strain— The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning...sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Délos rose, and Phœbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set....

...In Italy, he'd ape the " Trecentisti ;" In Greece, he'd sing some sort of hymn like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, excejrt their sun, is set. The Scion and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found...

...shades of many a distant isle, That frown—where gentler ocean seems to smile. SONG OF A GREEK. The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse; To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' " Islands of the Blest." The mountains look on Marathon—...