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? Recitations at Whitnash rectory - Page 18by Whitnash rectory - 1866 - 15 pagesFull view - About this book
| Ambrose Marten - 1826 - 926 pages
...and the lofty eloquence of our own Plato himself, and who is a Greek in feeling, if not in country, And where are they ? And where art thou, My country?...lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! Must "we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled ! Earth 1 render back... | |
| 1828 - 814 pages
...deem myself a slave. A King sat on the lofty brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; all were...is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so. long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth... | |
| William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 pages
...deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; all were...is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth... | |
| George Clinton - 1828 - 888 pages
...deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; all...them at break of day And when the sun set where w»re they ? And where are they ? and where art thou. My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic... | |
| John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pages
...the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by 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 ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1832 - 542 pages
...deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; all...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... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pages
...deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis: And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; all...is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1832 - 310 pages
...o'er sea-born Salamis, And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; all were his ! Ha counted them, at break of day And, when the sun...is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mutt thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like nine ? Must we but weep o'er days more... | |
| James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 pages
...deem myself a slave. A King sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; all...is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth... | |
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