 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? ' 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though...  DON JUAN - Strana 85autor/autoři: LORD BYRON - 1875Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 str.
...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 ? Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 320 str.
...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 ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 str.
...Degenerate into hands like mine ? THE SAME CONTINUED. "Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear. Must we but... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - 802 str.
...the.j started wild And fled dlsorder'd." — JSsCRYLUS. "Pis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face j For what is left the poet here ! Fur Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1868 - 666 str.
...On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more 1 And must thy 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 shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - 712 str.
...thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must the 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 shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | sir William Smith - 1869 - 382 str.
...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 ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | Kate Kraft - 1869 - 352 str.
...On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay 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 of fame, Though linked among the fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse... | |
 | William Davis (B.A.) - 1869 - 200 str.
...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 ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1869 - 526 str.
...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 ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my... | |
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