 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 страници
...could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky hrow And where are they? and where art thou, My country ?—On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic hosom heats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 7 "Pis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 444 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1857 - 450 страници
...nations ; — all were his 1 He counted them at break of day— And when the sun set, where were they ? My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— 6. And where are they ? and where art thou, The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1858 - 566 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 ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 страници
...nations ;—all were his; He counted them at t reak of day— And when the sun set—where were they ? And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fume., Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse... | |
 | Lucius Osgood - 1858 - 494 страници
...at break of day; And, when the sun set, where were they? 5. And where are they ? and whera art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now; 6. 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame', Though link'd among a fetter'd race', To feel at least a... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 586 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 ;... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1859 - 614 страници
...break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ?J 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 ? • The Pieces following, to the end, are, from their great beauty and unobjectionable character,... | |
 | Joaquim Gomes de Souza - 1859 - 984 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something, in the dearth of fame , Though link'd among a fetter'd race , 232 For what is left... | |
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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? 
