 Th' unconquerable mind, and Freedom's holy flame. Woods, that wave o'er Delphi's steep, Isles, that crown th'.'Egeau deep, Fields, that cool Ilissus laves, Or where Maeander's amber waves In lingering labyrinths creep, How do your tuneful echoes languish...  Travels in Sicily, Greece and Albania - Page 323by Thomas Smart Hughes - 1820 - 532 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1924 - 774 pages
...lab'rinths creep, 70 How do your tuneful echoes languish, Mute, but to the voice of anguish ! Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breath'd around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain 75 Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, Left their Parnassus for... | |
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