 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1917 - 856 pagini
...on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and 1, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 pagini
...on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, 780 May hear our mutual murmurs sweep; There, swan-like, let me sing and die: A land of slaves shall... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 pagini
...on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and l\ May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die. A land of slaves shall... | |
 | Daniël Koster - 2007 - 346 pagini
...stop voor Soünion, lijken weer als twee druppels water op Glifadha en Vouliagméni. • Soünion c 3 'Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and l, May hear our mutual murmers sweep' dichtte Lord Byron, die hier in 181o het liefst een uurtje alleen... | |
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May hear our mutual murmurs sweep ; There, swan-like, let me sing and die : A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine — Dash down yon cup of Samian wine... 
