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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? "
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The Edinburgh monthly magazine [afterw.] Blackwood's Edinburgh ..., Том 10

1821
...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 link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;...

Don Juan, Cantos III, IV, and V

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 218 страници
...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...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 ;...

Don Juan: Cantos III, IV, and V.

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 218 страници
...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...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;...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 10

1821
...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 ;...

The works of ... lord Byron

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821
...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;...

The North American Review, Том 20

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1825
...at break of day— And when the SUB 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 bosom boats no more ! And must thy lyre so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something,...

The works of lord Byron, comprehending the suppressed poems, Томове 7–8

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822
...at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thon, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...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;...

The Kaleidoscope: or, Literary and scientific mirror

1822
...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...mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame. Though liruVd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;...

The Babbler; or, Weekly literary and scientific intelligencer

1822
...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...

Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823
...were they ? He counted them at break of day— And where are they 1 and where art t him, My country 1 On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? To feel at least a patriot's shame. Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; 'Tis something, in the dearth...




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