 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
 | Horace Hills Morgan - 1880 - 474 str.
...so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? so '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 ? as For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 str.
...On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must care All the windows, doors, and loopholes there. He laid him down and closed his eyes, But soon Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, E'en as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 326 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 342 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... | |
 | Old favourites, Matilda Sharpe - 1881 - 438 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, Ev'n as I sing, suffuse my... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1881 - 338 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... | |
 | Anna Callender Brackett - 1881 - 348 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... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 654 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1881 - 680 str.
...On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— ^ The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must s quick, my breath heaves short, My limbs deny their slight support, Cold dews my pallid f f.inic, Though link'd among a fcttcr'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - 1882 - 492 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... | |
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