...liberty and her bravery departed; and where now is the lovely isle ? Let the muse of Byron answer : -" On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more." She has passed away; " Fuit Ilium" is engraven indelibly on her time-honored barracks of rock. In lika...

...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?...hands like mine? Tis something in the dearth of fame, 在憐墟獨白冥思出神， 夢想希瑣尚能自由富娛， 因為屹立在波斯人墳上，...

...break of day — And when the sun set where were they f 5. And where are they ? and where art thon, en 1 *"Л must thy lyre, so long divine. Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd...

...He counted them at break of day And when the sun set where were they? 3 630 THE ISLES OF GREECE 5 25 And where are they? and where art thou, My country?...beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, 30 Degenerate into hands like mine? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd...

...Byron's satire of Southey into the innermost drama of his own mind. Consider the ballad's f1fth stanza. And where are they? and where art thou, My country?...lyre, so long divine. Degenerate into hands like mine? An act of poetic ventriloquism multiplies the pronominal references in these lines. The Romaic poet...