 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...  Nature of the mind - Page 261by John Mason Good - 1834Full view - About this book
 | Mary Jane Mackenzie - 1820 - 298 pages
...and beautifully has the poet described the unfading loveliness of nature amidst the decay of art : Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...are thy fields; Thine olive ripe, as when Minerva smil'd ; And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields. TBtWtj'the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1820 - 616 pages
...Yet are her skies as blue, her crags as wild, Sweet are her groves and verdant are her fields, Her olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blythe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of her mountain air ; Apollo still... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1820 - 628 pages
...Yet are her skies as blue, her crags as wild, Sweet are her groves and verdant are her fields, Her olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blythe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The free-born wanderer of her mountain air ; Apollo still... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - English poetry - 1821 - 478 pages
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh « Alas! » LXXXVH. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freebora wanderer of thy mountain-air; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam... | |
 | mrs. Ross - 1821 - 688 pages
...While strangers 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 fields, Thine olive ripe, as when Minerva smil'd, And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields ; There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds,... | |
 | Mary Jane Mackenzie - English fiction - 1821 - 320 pages
...and beautifully has the poet described the unfading loveliness of nature amidst the decay of art : Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...are thy fields ; Thine olive ripe, as when Minerva smil'd ; And still his honey'd wealth Hy menus yields. There, the blithe bee his fragrant fortress... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 498 pages
...strangers only not regardless pass, Lingering like me, perchance, to gaze, and sigh " Alas!" LXXXVII. Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...fragrant fortress builds, The freeborn wanderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare... | |
 | Joseph Emerson Worcester - Geography - 1823 - 512 pages
...Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurotas' banks, and call thee from the tomb ? Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet...There the blithe bee his fragrant fortress builds, The freeboru wauderer of thy mountain-air ; Apollo still thy long, long summer gilds, Still in his beam... | |
 | 1823 - 228 pages
...refuge in the contemplation of the natural beauties of the surrounding landscape : i Yet are thy «kies as blue ; thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves...are thy fields , Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smil'd And still his honied wealth Hymettus yields There the blithe hee his fragrant fortress builds... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1823 - 474 pages
...illustrative of these reflections. Speaking of the fallen condition of Greece . — Yet are thy slyes 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 honeyed wealth Hymettus yields. There the blithe... | |
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