 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?  The Works of Lord Byron - Página 170de George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1903Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | 1902 - 642 páginas
...— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? ' And where are they, and where art thou, My country ? On...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 páginas
...;— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? " And where are they ? and where art thou, My country? On...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 páginas
...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 ?...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 páginas
...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 - 676 páginas
...« 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 páginas
...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 páginas
...; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ?...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 páginas
...nations ; all were his ! He counted them at break of day— And when the sun set where were they ? And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ?...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 páginas
...— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — ' Aud when the bun set where were they? And where are they ! and where art thou, My country ?...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... | |
 | 1824 - 452 páginas
...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... | |
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