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" Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still? "
Handbook for Travellers in Greece: Describing the Ionian Islands, the ... - الصفحة 304
بواسطة John Murray (Firm) - 1854 - عدد الصفحات: 460
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The practical elocutionist

Conrad Hume Pinches - 1860 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...dearth of fame, Though link'd within a fetter'd race ; To feel at least a patriot's shame, E'en as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks—a blush ; for Greece—a tear ! Must we but weep o'er days more bless'd ? Must we but blush...

A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with ...

George Stillman Hillard - 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 562
...dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet...for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blessed ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth, render back from out thy breast A remnant of...

A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thomas Shorter - 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 438
...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...blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er d«ys more blest 1 Must we but blush 1 — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast...

The New Speaker. With an Essay on Elocution

John Connery - 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...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 ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the Three Hundred grant...

The poetical works of lord Byron, with illustr. by K. Halswelle

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 734
...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? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. t. Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back...

The advanced reader

Scottish school-book assoc - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 438
...dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must ice but blush ?—Our fathers...

Choice specimens of English literature, selected and arranged by T.B. Shaw ...

Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...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...tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan...

English literature and composition

Robert Demaus - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left a poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth, render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead...

Poems

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 802
...at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face j For what is left the poet here ! Fur Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan...

The Standard Poetry Book, Selected from the Best Authors

Standard poetry book - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 300
...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 ? For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?—Our fathers...




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