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...Isles of Greece! The Isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all—except their sun—is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have...