 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
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 sider
...break of day — And when the sun set, where were they ? And where are they ? — and where art tin m, 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... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 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, "Us something in the dearth of fame, Though linlt'tl within a... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 372 sider
...them 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 ? Eyron. LIX. O MARIS lonii crcbris... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 342 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 ? 101 O MAKIS Ionii crebris freta... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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 ! 26 THE ISLES OF GREECE. And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'T is... | |
 | 1846 - 406 sider
...the destitute ? What provisions for the needy, either in mind or body ? Alas, not one — not one : " The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more." I had a theme before me, in comparison with which the splendors of the boasted Parthenon were tame,... | |
 | Hugh Gawthrop - 1847 - 184 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... | |
 | David Bates Tower - 1853 - 444 sider
...at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they 7 And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay...tuneless now — — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ' Tis some.hing in the dearth... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1848 - 428 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... | |
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