...Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair. (4) LXXXVIII. Where'er we tread Ч is haunted, holy ground, Nu earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast...all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense ache» with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon : Each hill and dale, each...

...thou the groans that rend his breast ? ON THE PLAIN OF MARATHON. WHERE'ER we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould...each deepening glen and wold, Defies the power which crushed thy temples gone : Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares grey Marathon. The sun— the soil...

...marbles glare ; Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair. Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,...Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. The sun, the soil, but not the slave, the same ; Unchanged in all except its foreign lord; Preserves...

...glare ; Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fair. " Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, holy ground; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,...Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. " The sun, the soil, but not the slave, the same ; Unchanged in all except its foreign lord— Preserves...

...glare ; Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still U fair. (4) Where'er we tread Ч is haunted, holy . VIH. ! Something too much of this: — but now 'tis...the spell closes with its silent seal. Long-absent : Kach hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold. Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone...

...forms so captivating. Forever must we still exclaim with Byron : " Where'er welread, 'tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,...Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon. Yet to the remnants of thy splendour past Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng ; Long shall...

...Art, Glory, Freedom feil, but Nature still Is fair.* LX XX VIII. Where'er we tread Ч is haunted, holy e of all the world can say, Thou still wilt verseward plod thy weary way ; If still in LXXXIX. The sun, the soil, but not the slave, the same ; Unchanged in all except its foreign lord —...

...so captivating. Forever must we still exclaim with Byron : " Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,...realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's talcs seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have...

...we still exclaim with Byron : " Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine a lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales aeem truly told, . Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt...

...may, not inappropriately, add Lord Byron's beautiful verses. " Where'er we tread, 'tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould,...one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the muses' tales seems truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to hehold The scenes our earliest dreams...