|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle|
Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime,
Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle,
Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime?
ByronBride of Abydos. Canto I.
|Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!|
Immortal, though no more; though fallen great!
ByronChilde Harold. Canto II. St. 73.
|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, and Phbus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.
ByronDon Juan. Canto III. St. 86.
|Such is the aspect of this shore;|
Tis Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
ByronThe Giaour. L. 90.
|To Greece we give our shining blades.|
MooreEvenings in Greece. First Evening.