 | 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 778
...break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? " And where are they ? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...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... | |
 | 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 800
...break of day — And when the sun set where were they? " And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? " 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though Hnk'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 232
...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...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 234
...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 shore The heroic lay...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...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 shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link d among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 452
...at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...lyre, so long divine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Thongh liuk'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 906
...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...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; For what is left the poet here?... | |
 | George Clinton - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 888
...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 lay...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... | |
 | 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 814
...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 shore The heroic lay...lyre, so. long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, For what is left the poet... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...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...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 !... | |
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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 his! 
