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Acropolis addition Allied ancient appearance Athens Attica battle beautiful began better brought castle changes CHAPTER character chief church continued course court enjoy entered establishment fields fortune gave give Greece Greeks ground groves half hands head hills Hymettus important inhabitants interesting island king lake land latter leaving less light living looked lost means ment mild monuments morning Mount mountains nature night object obliged occupied olive once palace party pass plain pleasure poor port portion position Powers present prospect reached regions remain remarkable respect rest rich road rock ruins scene season seemed seen served side sight situated soon spring suffered temple things tion took towers town traveller trees Turkish Turks valley village waters whole wild winds
Página 258 - 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 honied wealth Hymettus yields; There the blithe bee his 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; Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair.
Página 96 - Hellas' sword, As on the morn to distant Glory dear When Marathon became a magic word; Which utter'd, to the hearer's eye appear The camp, the host, the fight, the conqueror's career, The flying Mede, his shaftless broken bow; The fiery Greek, his red pursuing spear; Mountains above, Earth's, Ocean's plain below; XC Death in the front, Destruction in the rear! Such was the scene - what now remaineth here?
Página 148 - With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams ; Her steps paved with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams ; And gliding and springing, She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep ; The earth seemed to love her, And heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.
Página 183 - Is lone as some Volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile! The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of Love I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Página 183 - BOZZARIS ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory's time, Rest thee — there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime.
Página 26 - Parnes and ^Egaleos to the west, and by Pentelicus and Hymettus on the east ; and thus, the hand of nature had effected for the plain what was done for the capital of Attica by the genius of Cimon and of Pericles.' " Parallel with Mount Hymettus, and at no great distance from it, runs that light and graceful chain of rocks which forms so beautiful a feature in the scenery, and at the same time separates the valley of Ilissus from the plain of the Cephissus. The continuation of this chain is exceedingly...
Página 26 - But the farther we progressed into the plain, the more we began to admire its chief characteristics, the more we were impressed by its mountain barriers. ' As the city of Athens,' says Mr. Wordsworth, ' was both protected from external aggression, and also connected with the sea, by means of its long walls, as they were called, which stretched from the town to its harbour, so was the plain of Athens defended from invasion, and maintained its connection with the coast by its own long walls, — that...
Página 8 - Russia, exercising the power conveyed to them by the Greek nation, to make choice of a Sovereign for Greece, raised to the rank of an independent State, and being desirous of giving to that country a fresh proof of their friendly disposition, by the election of a Prince descended from a Royal House, the friendship and alliance of which cannot fail to be of essential service to Greece, and which has already acquired claims to her esteem and gratitude, have resolved to offer the crown of the new Greek...
Página 88 - In the dew-sprinkled glade, Many a love-lorn nightingale Warbles sweet her plaintive tale ; Where the vine in clusters pours Her sweets, secured from wintry showers Nor scorching suns, nor raging storm The beauties of the year deform.
Página 136 - O dearest one, long looked for wistfully, Thou comest welcome to the tipsy quires. And dear to Morichus ; ho! slaves, bring forth The brazier, let us have the bellows, too. Boys, look your fill at that most noble eel, Brought hither after six whole years of longing. Speak to her, children ; I will fetch the coals For this fair stranger's sake ; come, bring her on, " For I will never, even after death, Be parted from thee" — dressed with leaves of beet.