 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
 | John Murray (Firm) - Aegean Islands (Greece and Turkey) - 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?...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... | |
 | 1854 - 576 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...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... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - Elocution - 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... | |
 | American poetry - 1854 - 456 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 thy voiceless shore And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? T is something, in the dearth... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - English poetry - 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 - Elocution - 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 - Readers - 1855 - 442 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...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 - American poetry - 1855 - 452 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 thy voiceless shore THE ISLES OF GREECE. Aud must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something,... | |
 | American poetry - 1855 - 458 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 thy voiceless shore And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something, in the dearth... | |
 | John Frost - Elocution - 1855 - 462 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 ? On thy voiceless shore Th' heroic lay is tuneless now — Th' heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine,... | |
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