HE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air,
The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair:
The wild deer browse above her breast; The wild birds raise their brood;
And they, her smiles of love caress'd, Have lef...
Very close to you, as you enter on the right, in the Beirutlibrary, we buried the sage Lysias,the grammarian
The spot is beautifully right
We placed him near those things of his that he perhapsremembers even there — scholia, texts, gramm...
Breathe not a whisper here;
The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;
In silence gather near this upheaved mound -Around the soldier's bier
Here Liberty may weep,
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain, He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue: Taken from life when life and love were
The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain
No cypress shades his g...