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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? "
The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes ... - หน้า 304
โดย Casket - 1873
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, เล่มที่ 196

1902 - 642 หน้า
...Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave. ' A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships by thousands lay below, And men...The heroic lay 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...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, เล่มที่ 10

1821 - 778 หน้า
...Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. " A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And...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,...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, เล่มที่ 10

1821 - 800 หน้า
...Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. " A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And...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...

Don Juan: Cantos III, IV, and V.

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 232 หน้า
...Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And...were his ! He counted them at break of day — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless...

The works of ... lord Byron, เล่มที่ 9-10

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821 - 460 หน้า
...I could not deem myself a slave.' A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salami s; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations...— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — I And when the sun set where were they ? D a And where are they? ajid where art thon, My country...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, เล่มที่ 88

1821 - 676 หน้า
...« 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...

The Babbler; or, Weekly literary and scientific intelligencer, เล่มที่ 1

1822 - 440 หน้า
...Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A kin» sate on the rocky brow Which I ooks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations all were his 1 He counted them at break of day — And \vhea the aun set where were they ? Ami where are they ?...

Don Juan. Cantos i. to v. [by lord Byron].

George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 หน้า
...Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And...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...

The Beauties of Byron,: Consisting of Selections from His Works

George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 หน้า
...Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And...The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyie, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something,...

The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J ..., เล่มที่ 1

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 หน้า
...Persian's grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the lofty brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And...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...




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