Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
Lord ByronI depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Lord ByronFair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
Lord ByronI depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Lord Byron