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...In Italy, he 'd ape the " Trecentist! ;" In Greece, he'd sing some sort of hymn like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. LXXXVI. The Scian...

...although with a grumble, I know, allow this as if you were suffering a jerk of your rheumatism. " The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning...the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phrebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. " The Scian and...

...according to Eastern tisage, must have their Poet, who bursts forth in the following strain— The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning...sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Délos rose, and Phœbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set....

...In Italy, he'd ape the " Trecentisti ;" In Greece, he'd sing some sort of hymn like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, excejrt their sun, is set. The Scion and the...

...burning Sappho loved and MMI.', Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, • But all,...lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of hirth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' ' Islands of...

...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' " Islands of...

...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Dulos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the tame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than...

...shades of many a distant isle, That frown—where gentler ocean seems to smile. SONG OF A GREEK. The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning...the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the...