 | John Martin - 1834 - 596 страници
...the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er.—Moore. But where are they? and where art thou, My country ? on thy voiceless shore, The heroic lay...thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine!—Byron. London: Printed by R. Watts, Crown-court, Templebar. M.DCCC.XX. 8vo. pp. 16. These lines... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 страници
...are they ? and where art thou, Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis, And ships, by thousands, lay below, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...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; For... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1837 - 828 страници
...them 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 ;... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 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...is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? Tis something, in the dearth... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 страници
...at break of day, — And when the sun set where were they T 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 Murray (Firm) - 1840 - 458 страници
...day— And when the sun set where were they 1 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country 1 On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! ROUTE 8. — ATHENS TO ZEITUN. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine... | |
 | Celia Levetus, Marion Moss - 1840 - 966 страници
...C. AND M. MOSS, AUTHORESSES OP " EARLY EFFORTS," &C., &C. And where arc they ? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic bosom heats no more 1 And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? IN THREE VOLUMES.... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 страници
...shore The heroic lav is tuneless now — The heroichosom heats no more ! And must thy lyre, so Ipng divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a hlush— for Greece a tear.... | |
 | 1862 - 512 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 ;... | |
 | 1842 - 506 страници
...liberty and her bravery departed ; and where now is the lovely isle ? Let the muse of Byron answer : -" On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more." She has passed away ; " Fuit Ilium" is engraven indelibly on 1 time-honored barracks of rock. In like... | |
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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? 
