 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 页
...his. He counted them 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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd within a fetter'd race ; To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | 1854 - 576 页
...below, And men and Nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day, — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless...more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate iuto hands like mine ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two... | |
 | 1854 - 456 页
...set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore And must thy 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... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - 1855 - 188 页
...! He counted them 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...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... | |
 | P. A. Fitzgerald - 1855 - 296 页
...break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they f And where are they f and where art tboa, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine) Fou hare the Pyrrhic dance as yet: Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone! Of two such lessons, why forget... | |
 | John Frost - 1855 - 462 页
...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... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - 1855 - 442 页
...! He counted them 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 — Tis some hing in the dearth of fame. Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | 1855 - 458 页
...set, where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To fee*! ut least a... | |
 | 1856 - 286 页
...his! He counted them 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...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... | |
 | 1856 - 282 页
...Salamis; He counted them at 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...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... | |
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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? 
