 | 1828 - 814 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...dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 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 ;... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 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...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 !... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 412 страници
...strong ; On viewless hooks along. the fretted roof He hung, unseen, the inextricable woof. Darirm. 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked...patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face. Byron. LINK, ni т Goth, lugn; Gr. \vxvoi. A LINKBOY, > torch of pitch: link hoy or LINKMAX, 5 man,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 542 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? "!' is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link 'cl among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1832 - 310 страници
...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...tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mutt thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like nine ? Must we but weep o'er days more bleat... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1832 - 456 страници
...On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tnneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mnst thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Thongh link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, snffnse my... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 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;... | |
 | R T. Linnington - 1833 - 440 страници
...at break of day — And when the sunset, 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 ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 358 страници
...of day — And when the sun set where were they ? (2) ' 5. 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 ? (1) [MS. — " Eubiea looks on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea," &c.] (2) " Deep were the... | |
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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? 
