 | William Linwood - 1846 - 342 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 ? 101 O MAKIS Ionii crebris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor ; Qua viguere... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 372 页
...were 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 ? Eyron. LIX. O MARIS lonii crcbris freta consita terris ! Qua citharam Sapphus movit iniquus amor... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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 link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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...is tuneless now, — The heroic bosom beats no more ! 26 THE ISLES OF GREECE. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is... | |
 | Benjamin Disraeli (earl of Beaconsfield.) - 1846 - 1116 页
...LONDON: HENRY COLRURN, PUBLISHER; LONDON; HARRISON AND CO., , 1 ] \ it;.-, IT. MiRTIN's I \\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... | |
 | 1846 - 406 页
...the destitute ? What provisions for the needy, either in mind or body ? Alas, not one — not one : " The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more." I had a theme before me, in comparison with which the splendors of the boasted Parthenon were tame,... | |
 | Hugh Gawthrop - 1847 - 184 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 link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 页
...! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they 7 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless...lyre, so 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 Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 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... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 页
...his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they 1 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless...The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom bents no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine 1 'Tis something,... | |
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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? 
