 | 1902 - 642 страници
...men 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,...is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! ' It is a far cry in this region of poetry from Lord Byron to Mr. Alfred Austin. Altogether in civilised... | |
 | 1821 - 778 страници
...And men 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,...? " '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 face ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 232 страници
...by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ;— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...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 face ;... | |
 | 1821 - 800 страници
...break of day — And when the sun set where were they? " And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...? " 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though Hnk'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821 - 460 страници
...where were they ? D a And where are they? ajid where art thon, My country ? On thy voiceless sh ore The" heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom...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 face;... | |
 | 1821 - 676 страници
...« quenco of our own Plato himself, and who is a Greek in feeling, if not in country, And where ore they? And where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is túneles« now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! Must rcc but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but... | |
 | 1822 - 440 страници
...heroi« lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so longdivine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something:, in the dearth of fame, Though liuk'd among: a fettered laoe, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 страници
...day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they 1 and where art them, My country 1 On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless...mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame. Though Imk'il among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame. Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 страници
...And men 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,...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 face ;... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...below, And men 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,...mine ? 'Tis 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 ;... | |
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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? 
