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...isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung...place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo farther west Than your sires' " Islands of the Blest." The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon...

...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoabus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone,...

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...their VOL. 1П. luxuriance. Those grassy banks and hillocks, and desolated toune and hamlets, — " Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set: " and Lochnaveen, with all its pastoral softness and romance, and wild grandeur, is to the stranger...

...Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung...place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo farther west Than your sires' " Islands of the Blest." The mountains look on Marathon, — And Marathon...

...eternal smile, Have had their prey, have rent the ties Of home-born, heart-link' d sympathies. 25. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the...place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo farther west Than your sires' " Islands of the Blest." 26. The golden palace of my God, Towering above...

...isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung !...them yet ; But all, except their sun, is set. The mountains look on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed...