 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1863 - 438 pages
...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,...face; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush—for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must ice but blush ?—Our fathers... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 pages
...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,...mine ? Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1977 - 772 pages
...The heroic bosom beats no more! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine? 6 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though linked...poet here? For Greeks a blush, for Greece a tear. 7 Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? Our fathers bled. Earth! Render back from... | |
 | 1993 - 412 pages
...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,...hands like mine? Tis something in the dearth of fame, 在憐墟獨白冥思出神， 夢想希瑣尚能自由富娛， 因為屹立在波斯人墳上，... | |
 | George Gordon Byron - 1994 - 884 pages
...must thy lyre, so long divine. Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as...poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. 7. Must ice bat weep o'er days more blest ? Must ice but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render... | |
 | Julius Rowan Raper, Melody L. Enscore, Paige Matthey Bynum - 1995 - 222 pages
...could not deem myself a slave. 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame. Though link'd among a fetterd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as...for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? — Our fathers bled. Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of... | |
 | Jerome McGann - 2002 - 332 pages
...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? An act of poetic ventriloquism multiplies the pronominal references in these lines. The Romaic poet... | |
 | 廖七一 - 2006 - 362 pages
...Degenerate into hands like mine? VI 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as...face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush@for Greece a tear. VII Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush? @Our fathers... | |
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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? 
