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...of Greece , the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of \var and peace , — Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!...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...

...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...

...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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...like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose,...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...

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...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...

...like this t'ye : The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace,— Where Delos rose,...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, Have found...

...ISLES OF GREECE. THE isles of Greee, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, — Where Delos rose,...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...