 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 320 sidor
...at hreak 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 is tuneless now — The heroic hosom heats no more ! And must thy lyre, so Ipng divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something,... | |
 | 1862 - 490 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 Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 80 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, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - 408 sidor
...them at break of day— And when the sun set where were they? And where are they ? and where art thouf 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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 484 sidor
...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...like 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 sidor
...break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? — and where art tin m, 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... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 484 sidor
...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,...like 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... | |
 | General reciter - 1845
...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...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... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 448 sidor
...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, Degenerate into hands like mine ? ***** Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 sidor
...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... | |
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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? 
