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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mjne? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Thongh link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, snffnse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a hlnsh — for Greeee a tear. Mnst we...

...feeling, if not in country, 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 ! Must "we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled ! Earth 1 render back...

...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...mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a...

...set where w»re they ? And where are they ? and where art thou. My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine P 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's...

...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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? • * * « Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled. Earth !...

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...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...lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's...

...On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tnneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And mnst thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Thongh link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, snffnse my...