 | 1821 - 778 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 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
...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 ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 238 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;... | |
 | 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;... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1825 - 550 страници
...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,... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1822 - 426 страници
...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;... | |
 | 1822 - 432 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 liruVd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | 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
...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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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? 
