 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?  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Pagina 941821Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 342 pagina’s
...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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 101 O MAKIS Ionii crebris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor ; Qua viguere... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 372 pagina’s
...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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? Eyron. LIX. O MARIS lonii crcbris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor... | |
 | Benjamin Disraeli (earl of Beaconsfield.) - 1846 - 1116 pagina’s
...MiRTIN's I \\K. ALROY. * And where art thou, My Country ? On thy voiceless shore, The heroic lay is silent now ; The heroic bosom beats no more. And must thy...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine !' PART THE FIFTH. I. ' Now our dreary way is over, now the desert's toil is past. Soon the river broadly... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pagina’s
...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 ! 26 THE ISLES OF GREECE. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is... | |
 | 1846 - 406 pagina’s
...the destitute ? What provisions for the needy, either in mind or body ? Alas, not one — not one : " The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more." I had a theme before me, in comparison with which the splendors of the boasted Parthenon were tame,... | |
 | Hugh Gawthrop - 1847 - 184 pagina’s
...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 Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 pagina’s
...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 linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pagina’s
...at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they 7 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ' Tis some.hing in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race. To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1849 - 390 pagina’s
...break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? ' 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 ? 6. 'T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 pagina’s
...at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they 1 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom bents no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something,... | |
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