 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?  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 941821Full view - About this book
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 pages
...of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? BYRON. 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 i 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1854 - 320 pages
...break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? 5. 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 ? a. 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a... | |
 | 1854 - 576 pages
...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...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
...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 of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 pages
...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 linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, E'en as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | 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... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 pages
...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, Degenerate into hands like mine ? * * * * * Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pages
...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 of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To fee*! ut least a... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1855 - 442 pages
...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 — Tis some hing in the dearth of fame. Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | 1856 - 286 pages
...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...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 forget... | |
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