 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?  Selections from the Poetry of Lord Byron - Page 264by George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1900 - 412 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - Elocution - 1854 - 460 pages
...: — all 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 ?...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... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - Elocution - 1854 - 440 pages
...! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they 1 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... | |
 | Elocution - 1854 - 576 pages
...thousands, lay 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 ?...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... | |
 | Charlotte Phillips - English poetry - 1855 - 188 pages
...nations, all 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 ?...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 - Elocution - 1855 - 296 pages
...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... | |
 | David Bates Tower, Cornelius Walker - Readers - 1855 - 442 pages
...— all 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 ?...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... | |
 | John Frost - Elocution - 1855 - 462 pages
...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... | |
 | Elocution - 1856 - 286 pages
...— all 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 ?...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... | |
 | Elocution - 1856 - 282 pages
...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... | |
 | Elocution - 1867 - 288 pages
...Salamis; He counted them at break of day, — And when the sun set, where were they f And where are they J and where art thou, My country ! On thy voiceless...is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more 1 And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 5Tou have the Pyrrhic dance... | |
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