 | Celia Levetus, Marion Moss - 1840 - 966 pàgines
...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 ? IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. BYRON. LONDON: SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET. 1840. LONDON: «l... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 pàgines
...Degenerate into hands like mine 1 '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...face; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a hlush— for Greece a tear. Must we hut weep o'er days more hlest T Must toe hut hlush ?— Our fathers... | |
 | 1842 - 480 pàgines
...Degenerate into hands like 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...for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more bless'd? Must me but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant... | |
 | 1862 - 512 pàgines
...Degenerate into hands like 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...here? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must me but weep o'er days more bless'd? Must me but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from... | |
 | 1842 - 504 pàgines
...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,...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 Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 pàgines
...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,...for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our FATHERS BLED. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pàgines
...they ? — and where art tin m, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre,...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, John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - 510 pàgines
...are they ? and where art thouf My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre,...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 ;... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 pàgines
...Though linlt'tl within a fetter'd race ; To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suifuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks...Greece — a tear ! Must we but weep o'er days more bless'd ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bind. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 pàgines
...they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore Th' heroic lay is tuneless now — Th' heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy 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 ! render... | |
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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? 
