 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
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 pages
...break of day — And when the sun set, where were they '! And where are they ? and where art thoti, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...mine? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | John Murray, John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - 510 pages
...day— And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country V On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless...mine ? *Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'il among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 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...beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, "Us something in the dearth of fame, Though linlt'tl within a fetter'd race ; To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 pages
...are they ? and where art thou, My country T On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless new — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre,...mine? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 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 ? On thy voiceless shore Th' heroic lay is tuneless now — Th' heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine,... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 372 pages
...in 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? Eyron. LIX. O MARIS lonii crcbris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 342 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? Eyron. LIX. O MARIS Ionii crebris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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...is tuneless now, — The heroic bosom beats no more ! 26 THE ISLES OF GREECE. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is... | |
 | Benjamin Disraeli (earl of Beaconsfield.) - 1846 - 1116 pages
...LONDON: HENRY COLRURN, PUBLISHER; LONDON; HARRISON AND CO., , 1 ] \ it;.-, IT. MiRTIN's I \\K. ALROY. * And where art thou, My Country ? On thy voiceless shore, The heroic lay is silent now ; The heroic bosom beats no more. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands... | |
 | 1846 - 406 pages
...the destitute ? What provisions for the needy, either in mind or body ? Alas, not one — not one : " The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more." I had a theme before me, in comparison with which the splendors of the boasted Parthenon were tame,... | |
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