 And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?  Poetry of Byron: Chosen and Arranged - Page 66de George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1892 - 276 pagesAffichage du livre entier - À propos de ce livre
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 pages
...ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; all were his ! He counted them at break of day— And where are they? and where art thou, My country?...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 pages
...were they ? And where are they ? and where art Hmn, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The ln.roic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? "I'is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Ambrose Marten - 1826 - 926 pages
...and the lofty eloquence of our own Plato himself, and who is a Greek in feeling, if not in country, And where are they ? And where art thou, My country?...lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! Must "we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled ! Earth 1 render back... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pages
...nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they? s t L~M~ k | | }B| | h @k ~ beaU no more ! , And must thy lyre, no long dh ine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tig something,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1826 - 566 pages
...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mjne? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Thongh link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, snffnse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a hlnsh — for Greeee a tear. Mnst we... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pages
...nations ; all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - 888 pages
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where w»re they ? And where are they ? and where art thou. My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine P 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pages
...by thousands, lay below, And men and nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? • * * « Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth !... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 542 pages
...; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set .where were they ''. And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1832 - 310 pages
...; — all were his ! Ha counted them, at break of day — And, when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mutt thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like nine ? Must we but weep o'er days more bleat... | |
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