...is enjoyingly able to appreciate the influence of her topography upon her early people. Byron wrote: Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...olive ripe, as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields. Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but nature still is fair. It is only with...

...realise that it is an existing, struggling modern state and not a fabled country of classic lore : Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild : Sweet...Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honies wealth Hymettus yields. Where'er we tread 'tis haunted holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost...

...good terms, not for a few days but for life. The first time I saw him he received me standing, Lxxxvn. 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...

...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 his...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...

...mountain in sunlight and storm ; we can still see these things as the immortal ancient saw them. Vet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild. Sweet are...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 scenery in Greece mainly depends, and these change little with the passing of the centuries. " 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. Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair." wrote Byron early...

...and less heroic moods, we are all prone. Byron voiced something similar to it when he said of Greece: Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled .... Art, Glory, Freedom, fail, but Nature still is fair.1 The egotism which led the chieftains of...

...the poet brooding— as he was to do again, more than once— over the degenerate state of Greece: Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet...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...

...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gate, and sigh "Alas!" LXXXVn. not her brother? I AW. I only echo thee the voice...will govern. Sor. The angrateful and ungracious sl honey'd wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer...

...picturesque.' (See Hodgson's Lady Jane Grey, &c) LXXXVII Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; 820 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 his fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer...