Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth!
Immortal, though no more; though fallen, great!
BYRON: _Ch. Harold,_ Canto ii., St. 73.
Such is the aspect of this shore;
'T is Greece, but living Greece no more!
So coldly sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul is wanting there.
BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 90.
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung.
BYRON: _Don Juan,_ Canto iii., St. 86. 1.