 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 - Side 18af Whitnash rectory - 1866 - 15 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1902 - 642 sider
...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 ! ' It is a far cry in this region of poetry from Lord Byron to Mr. Alfred Austin. Altogether in civilised... | |
 | 1821 - 778 sider
...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... | |
 | 1821 - 800 sider
...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...where were they? " And where are they ? and where art tliou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 232 sider
...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 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 N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821 - 460 sider
...deem myself a slave.' A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salami s; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — I And when the sun set where were they ? D a And where are they? ajid where art thon, My country... | |
 | 1821 - 676 sider
...« quenco of our own Plato himself, and who is a Greek in feeling, if not in country, And where ore they? And where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is túneles« now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! Must rcc but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but... | |
 | 1822 - 440 sider
...were they ? Ami where are they ? and where art thnu, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroi« lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so longdivine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something:, in the dearth of fame, Though liuk'd... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 sider
...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...the sun set, where were they ? And where are they 1 and where art them, My country 1 On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 sider
...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 lyie, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sider
...deem myself a slave. A king sate 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... | |
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