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...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 linked among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's...

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...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 ? You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons, why...