 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 pàgines
...fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suifuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must ice but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1825 - 504 pàgines
...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 shame, Even as...for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more bljst ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast Of the three... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 pàgines
...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 ? 'T is something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Clinton - 1825 - 826 pàgines
...are they ? and where art Hmn, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The ln.roic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? "I'is something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pàgines
...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,...dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 pàgines
...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 Clinton - 1828 - 888 pàgines
...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 P 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pàgines
...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 ? • * * « Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth !... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 412 pàgines
...strong ; On viewless hooks along. the fretted roof He hung, unseen, the inextricable woof. Darirm. 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked...patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face. Byron. LINK, ni т Goth, lugn; Gr. \vxvoi. A LINKBOY, > torch of pitch: link hoy or LINKMAX, 5 man,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...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,...blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er davs more blest? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast 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? 
