THE sun was sinking from soft Hellas' shore, And flowers, and streams, and Lesbian maidens' brows, As they were warbling 'long the sultry vale Like blithesome birds, or lisping some love tale : Beneath his fiery track like molten gold ; |
THE sun was sinking from soft Hellas' shore, And flowers, and streams, and Lesbian maidens' brows, As they were warbling 'long the sultry vale Like blithesome birds, or lisping some love tale : Beneath his fiery track like molten gold ; |