| 1824 - 56 sidor
...at break of day — ' Aud when the bun set where were they? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic boiom beats no more ! And nnisi the lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ! Tic something... | |
| 1824 - 312 sidor
...voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuueless now— The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must the lyre, BO long- divine, ^Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Tho' link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriots shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 sidor
...nations; all were his ! He counted them at break of day— And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...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 sidor
...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 sidor
...himself, and who is a Greek in feeling, if not in country, 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 ! 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 sidor
...them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they? And where are they? and where art thou, jp rz| beaU no more ! , And must thy lyre, no long dh ine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tig something,... | |
| 1828 - 814 sidor
...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 The heroic lay...like 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... | |
| William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 sidor
...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 The heroic lay...like mine ? 'Tis 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... | |
| John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 sidor
...nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...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 Clinton - 1828 - 888 sidor
...at break of day — And when the sun set where w»re they ? And where are they ? and where art thou. My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...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... | |
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