| John Murray (Firm) - 1854 - 492 pages
...nations; — all were hisl 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...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... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 pages
...— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? 5. And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ?...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... | |
| George Croly - 1854 - 426 pages
...all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? BYRON. And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ?...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... | |
| David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1854 - 440 pages
...! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they 1 and where art thou. My country ? On thy voiceless...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tis something in the dearth of fame. Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
| 1854 - 576 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 ?...more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate iuto hands like mine ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two... | |
| 1854 - 456 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 ? On thy voiceless shore And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? T is something, in the dearth... | |
| Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 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, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
| P. A. Fitzgerald - 1855 - 296 pages
...break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they f And where are they f and where art tboa, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine) Fou hare the Pyrrhic dance as yet: Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone! Of two such lessons, why forget... | |
| David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1855 - 442 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 ?...thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — Tis some hing in the dearth of fame. Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
| Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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 ? On thy voiceless shore THE ISLES OF GREECE. Aud must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something,... | |
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