...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh < Alas ! ' LXXXVH /Tet y barb ! or glide, my prow ! Bat be the star that guides the wanderer, Thou ! Thou, my Zuleika, 820 Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettug yields; There the...

...enough. 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 ;...when Minerva smiled, And still his honeyed wealth Hymettua yields. There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of the mountain...

...cry of desolation. 19. Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch And share my meal, a welcome guest. 20. There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain air. 21. Long at the window he stood and wistfully gazed at the landscape, Washed with a cold gray mist,...

...* In his TraiU philosophique et phyiiologique wr I' Htrtditi Naturelle. Paris. 1850. 3 vols. 8vo. " Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild, Sweet...There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-horn wanderer of thy mountain air; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beams...

...not enough. 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...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,...

...strangers, only, not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh "Alas!" LXXXVH. castle halls, and social banquets, nurse not My spirit — I'ma forester honied wealth Hymettus yields; 208 '"VNTO II.] aog There the blithe Bee his fragrant fortress builds,...

...lords, thy state is still the same ; Thy glorious day is o'er, but not thine years of shame. LXXXVII Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olives ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honey'd wealth Hymettus 4 yields ; There the blithe...

...Northland she staid. * The beauty of Greece has always been a favorite theme with poets. Thus Byron: "Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...Thine 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...

...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...Thine 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...

...his memory of the past and his feeling of virtue in the soil and of the beauty of the scene: — " 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...