 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1841 - 380 str.
...at hreak 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 hosom heats no more ! And must thy lyre, so Ipng divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something,... | |
 | 1862 - 512 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 ;... | |
 | John Murray, John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - 510 str.
...them at break of day— And when the sun set where were they? And where are they ? and where art thouf 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 ;... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 str.
...break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? — and where art tin m, 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 ;... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 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 linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 494 str.
...break of day — And when the sun set, where were they '! And where are they ? and where art thoti, 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, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - 482 str.
...are they ? and where art thou, My country T On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless new — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre,...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 face ;... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 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...beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, "Us something in the dearth of fame, Though linlt'tl within a fetter'd race ; To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - 458 str.
...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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...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 ;... | |
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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? 
