 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?  Annual Report - Page 91894Full view - About this book
 | George Clinton - Poets, English - 1828 - 876 pages
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where w»re they ? And where are they ? and where art thou. My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine P 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832
...; — 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? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - American literature - 1832 - 310 pages
...; — all were his ! Ha counted them, at break of day — And, when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mutt thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like nine ? Must we but weep o'er days more bleat... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 360 pages
...— all were his I He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? (2) 5. And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? (1) [MS. — " Euboea looks on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea," &c.] (2) " Deep were the... | |
 | James Hedderwick - Oratory - 1833 - 232 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... | |
 | John Martin - Private presses - 1834 - 596 pages
...written at JERPOINT ABBEY. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er.—Moore. But where are they? and where art thou, My country ? on...thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine!—Byron. London: Printed by R. Watts, Crown-court, Templebar. M.DCCC.XX. 8vo. pp. 16. These lines... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - Oratory - 1836 - 404 pages
...are they ? and where art thou, Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis, And ships, by thousands, lay below, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 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...is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? Tis something, in the dearth... | |
 | William Martin - Readers - 1838 - 368 pages
...nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day, — And when the sun set where were they T 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... | |
 | Ebenezer Bailey - 1840 - 424 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... | |
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