 | 1856 - 282 str.
...break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they I 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... | |
 | 1867 - 288 str.
...break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they f And where are they J and where art thou, My country ! 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 ? 5Tou have the Pyrrhic dance... | |
 | Edward Hughes - 1856 - 474 str.
...when the sun set — where were they SONG OP THE GREEK BARD. And where are they? and where art thou, My country ? — On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic hosom heats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 444 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...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... | |
 | Charles William Smith (professor of elocution.) - 1857 - 338 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 7 "Pis 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.) - 1857 - 450 str.
...break of day— And when the sun set, where were they ? 6. 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 ? 6. 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among the fetter'd race, To feel at least... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 str.
...reak 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...hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fume., Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1858 - 566 str.
...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...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... | |
 | 1858 - 460 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...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... | |
 | Lucius Osgood - 1858 - 494 str.
...at break of day; And, when the sun set, where were they? 5. And where are they ? and whera art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now; 6. 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame', Though link'd among a fetter'd race', To feel at least a... | |
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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? 
