 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 Croly - English poetry - 1850 - 442 pages
...all were his ! He counted them at break of day — BVRON . And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1851 - 362 pages
...them at break of day — • And when the sun set — where were they ? SONG OF THE GREEK BARD. 59 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... | |
 | English language - 1851 - 278 pages
...were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where were they ? 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 link'd among a fetter' d race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Epes Sargent - Elocution - 1852 - 568 pages
...by 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 ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why... | |
 | Epes Sargent - Readers - 1852 - 570 pages
...Nations — all were his ! Ho 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 ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why... | |
 | Charles Rann Kennedy - English poetry - 1853 - 182 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? тas, Se Krj\ijвfjio1s o вe\yeff vfívarrip, Kal apeiov ôpftà «at reрirvaís fíavauri trvra... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 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?...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 '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... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 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 within a fetter'd race ; To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 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... | |
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