...Colona's cliff, and gleams along the wave ; Save where some warrior's half-forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested grass, Ages, but not oblivion,...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,...

...Colona's cliff, and gleams along the wave ; Save where some warrior's half-forgotten grave, Where the gray stones and unmolested grass, Ages, but not oblivion,...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,...

...unmolested grass Ages, but not oblivion, feebly brave, While strangers only not regardless pass, langering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas!" Yet...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,...

...in vain ; and o'er each mouldering tower, Dim with the mist of years, gmyjlits the shade of power. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth H ymettus yields ; D There the blithe bee her fragrant fortress builds, A free-born wanderer of thy...

...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas ' LXXXVII. smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee hia fragrant fortress builds,...

...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and siyh "Alas !" LXXXV 1 1. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are Ihy fields. Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields; There...

...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas : " LXXXVIL Tet britle, I feel thou art my father still ; And, harsh as sounds thy hard dec arc thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled. And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields...

...Parnesque benignos Vitibus, et pingui melior Lycabettus oliva. — STAT. TH. xii. 620. J1 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 beam Mendeli's marbles glare...

...inspiration, yet subdued by the landscape to a harmony with its own exquisite rhythmus, (.shunting : " Tet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet are...verdant are thy fields. Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hy mcttus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress...

...— or, as Lord Byron has amplified this thought ' in one of his most splendid passages : — " Vet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are...verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymettus yield« ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress...