 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...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,...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 ;... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...26 THE ISLES OF GREECE. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among...race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as 1 sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush, — for Greece a tear.... | |
 | William Linwood - College verse - 1846 - 342 pages
...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 ? 101 O MAKIS Ionii crebris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor ; Qua viguere... | |
 | William Linwood - College verse - 1846 - 372 pages
...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 ? Eyron. LIX. O MARIS lonii crcbris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor... | |
 | Benjamin Disraeli (earl of Beaconsfield.) - 1846 - 1116 pages
...\\K. ALROY. * And where art thou, My Country ? On thy voiceless shore, The heroic lay is silent now ; The heroic bosom beats no more. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine !' PART THE FIFTH. I. ' Now our dreary way is over, now the desert's toil is past. Soon the river broadly... | |
 | Hugh Gawthrop - Recitations - 1847 - 184 pages
...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,...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 - 1848 - 428 pages
...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,...tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blessed ? Must toe but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 pages
...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,...long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ' Tis some.hing in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race. To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1849 - 416 pages
...The heroic bosom bents no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked...least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing suffuse my fnce ; For what is left the poet here 1 For Greeks P. blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1849 - 390 pages
...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 ? 6. 'T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least... | |
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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? 
