...Salamis. Byron lit his torch at that hearth of freedom when he wrote his noble ' Isles of Greece : ' ' The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For, standing on the Persian's grave, I could not deem myself...

...Where burning Sappho lov*d and sung. Where grew the arts of war and peace. Where Delon rose and Phcebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set,' What a theme for contemplation is ancient Greece 1 The cradle of freedom and bravery, where tyrants...

...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Délos rose, and Phœbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' ' Islands of the Blest.' " The mountain» look on .Marathon — And .Marathon looks...

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...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose, and Phrebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' ' Islands of the Blest.' " The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on...

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...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 their sun, is set. LXXXVI. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores...

...burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Délos rose, and Phœbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except...birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Ï han your sires' " Islands of the Blest." The mountains look on Marathon— And Marathon looks on...

...rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, excejrt their sun, is set. The Scion and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute,...birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires' " Islands of the Blest." The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on...