 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 542 str.
...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? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1832 - 310 str.
...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...tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mutt thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like nine ? Must we but weep o'er days more bleat... | |
 | George Gordon Noël Byron - 1832 - 456 str.
...On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tnneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mnst thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Thongh link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, snffnse my... | |
 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 str.
...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 link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - 358 str.
...break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? (2) 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 ? (1) [MS. — " Euboea looks on Marathon, And Marathon looks on the sea," &c.] (2) " Deep were the... | |
 | John Martin - 1834 - 596 str.
...the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er.—Moore. But where are they? and where art thou, My country ? on thy voiceless shore, The heroic lay...thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine!—Byron. London: Printed by R. Watts, Crown-court, Templebar. M.DCCC.XX. 8vo. pp. 16. These lines... | |
 | Jonathan Barber - 1836 - 404 str.
...are they ? and where art thou, Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis, And ships, by thousands, lay below, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing suffuse my face; For... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 str.
...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 — The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? Tis something, in the dearth... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 str.
...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 The heroic lay...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 face... | |
 | Celia Levetus, Marion Moss - 1840 - 966 str.
...C. AND M. MOSS, AUTHORESSES OP " EARLY EFFORTS," &C., &C. And where arc they ? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic bosom heats no more 1 And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? IN THREE VOLUMES.... | |
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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? 
