 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!  The Works of Lord Byron - Side 556af George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1901Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1902 - 642 sider
...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...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 - 800 sider
...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 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 - 778 sider
...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 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 Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 232 sider
...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 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 Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 sider
...day — And when 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 bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 sider
...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...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... | |
 | 1824 - 452 sider
...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 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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sider
...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...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... | |
 | 1824 - 56 sider
...at break of day — ' Aud when the bun set where were they? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic boiom beats no more ! And nnisi the lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ! Tic something... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1825 - 906 sider
...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 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... | |
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