 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 pages
...; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ?...— The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyie, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though... | |
 | 1824 - 56 pages
...— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — ' Aud when the bun set where were they? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ?...shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic boiom beats no more ! And nnisi the lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ! Tic something... | |
 | 1824 - 312 pages
...were his t He counted Iherti at break of day — And when the SUB set where, were they? And where arc they ! and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuueless now— The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must the lyre, BO long- divine, ^Degenerate into... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 pages
...were they ? And where are they ? and where art Hmn, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The ln.roic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? "I'is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Ambrose Marten - 1826 - 926 pages
...the lofty eloquence of our own Plato himself, and who is a Greek in feeling, if not in country, And where are they ? And where art thou, My country? On...lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! Must "we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled ! Earth 1 render back... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1826 - 804 pages
...nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they? And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On...The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beaU no more ! , And must thy lyre, no long dh ine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tig something,... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1826 - 566 pages
...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mjne? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Thongh link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, snffnse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a hlnsh — for Greeee a tear. Mnst we... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pages
...thousands, lay below, And men and nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ?...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 !... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 pages
...nations ; all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ?...lyre, so long divine, 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... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pages
...nations ; all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ?...lyre, so. long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, For what is left the poet... | |
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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? 
