 | 1854 - 456 pàgines
...? On thy voiceless shore And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among...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... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 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 within a fetter'd race ; To feel at least a patriot's shame, E'en as I sing, suffuse my face... | |
 | John Murray (Firm) - 1854 - 492 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 1 sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | 1854 - 576 pàgines
...and the manlier one ? You have the letters Cadmus gave — Think ye be meant them for a slave ? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among...least, a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse mv fane i . For what rs*leTt the poet here ? For Greeks, a blush, — for Greece, a tear ! Must we... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 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, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine i 'Tis 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.) - 1854 - 320 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, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? a. 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pàgines
...shore THE ISLES OF GREECE. Aud must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among...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... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1855 - 442 pàgines
...where art thou. My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — Tis some hing in the dearth of fame. Though linked among a fettered...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 of... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 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...fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, E'en as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush—for Greece... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pàgines
...dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To fee*! ut least a patriot's shame, Even as 1 sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet...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 of... | |
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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? 
