 | 1902 - 642 σελίδες
...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...is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! ' It is a far cry in this region of poetry from Lord Byron to Mr. Alfred Austin. Altogether in civilised... | |
 | 1821 - 800 σελίδες
...break of day — And when the sun set where were they? " And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...? " 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though Hnk'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | 1822 - 440 σελίδες
...heroi« lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so longdivine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something:, in the dearth of fame, Though liuk'd among: a fettered laoe, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 σελίδες
...day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they 1 and where art them, My country 1 On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless...mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame. Though Imk'il among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame. Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 σελίδες
...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 fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | 1824 - 452 σελίδες
...at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Thongh liuk'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suifuse my... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 σελίδες
...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...— 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 σελίδες
...at break of day — ' Aud when the bun 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 boiom beats no more ! And nnisi the lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ! Tic something... | |
 | 1824 - 312 σελίδες
...voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuueless now— The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must the lyre, BO long- divine, ^Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Tho' link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriots shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 σελίδες
...nations; all were his ! He counted them at break of day— 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 ? 'T is something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
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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? 
