 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
 | John Connery - 1861 - 416 pages
...break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ! And where were they ? and where art thou I My country ! On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - 734 pages
...Islands or the Canaries. 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. Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1863 - 438 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;... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 pages
...nations :—all were his! He counted them at break of day— But 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 ? THE SAME CONTINUED. "Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 pages
...day — And when the sun set, where were they ?* And where are they? and where art thou, My country l On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? • The Pieces following, to the end, are, from their great beauty and unobjectionable i'int - "f.... | |
 | Whitnash rectory - 1866 - 478 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...lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? Lord Byron. Тур. А. Я.... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1867 - 758 pages
...nations, — 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. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back... | |
 | William Pembroke Fetridge - 1870 - 964 pages
...nations — all were Ills! He counted them at break of day, And when tho sun set, where were they? "And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? PiBJ£U3. "Tb something in the dearth of fame, Thf.'u<rh linked among a fettered race, To feel at... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1867 - 740 pages
...where are they Î and where art thoa, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is toneless ? 6. Т is something, In the detirth of fame, Though link'd among a fctter'd race, To feel at least... | |
 | T. R.. Barnes - 1964 - 340 pages
...them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they? And where are they? and where art them, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left... | |
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