 | 1821 - 778 oldal
...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,...? " '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 ;... | |
 | 1821 - 800 oldal
...are they ? and where art tliou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre,...? " 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though Hnk'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 - 1821 - 232 oldal
...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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821 - 460 oldal
...they? ajid where art thon, My country ? On thy voiceless sh ore 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;... | |
 | 1821 - 572 oldal
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 | 1822 - 440 oldal
...into hands like mine ? 'Tis something:, in the dearth of fame, Though liuk'd among: a fettered laoe, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet hero? For Greeks a blush— for Greece a tear. Must w» but weep o'er days more blest? Must me but... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 oldal
...are they 1 and where art them, My country 1 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 Imk'il 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 - 1824 - 234 oldal
...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 ;... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 oldal
...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 fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | 1824 - 452 oldal
...are they ? and where art tliou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic bosom beats no more . And must thy lyre,...like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Thongh liuk'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suifuse my... | |
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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? 
