 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 Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 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, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pages
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they 7 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ' Tis some.hing in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race. To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1849 - 390 pages
...— all were his I He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? ' 5. And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 6. 'T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 pages
...nations; all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they 1 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom bents no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something,... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 pages
...all were his ! He counted them at break of day — BVRON . And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | 1851 - 278 pages
...were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where were they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless...something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter' d race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pages
...them at break of day — • And when the sun set — where were they ? SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. 59 And where are they? and where art thou, My country...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 ;... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 pages
...Nations — all were his ! Ho 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 ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 568 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 ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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 1 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
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