 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? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though...  Memoirs of the Life and Writings of Lord Byron - Page 545by George Clinton - 1828 - 756 lehteFull view - About this book
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 232 lehte
...Degenerate into hands like 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...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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821 - 460 lehte
...Degenerate into hands like 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...for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must u>e but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant... | |
 | 1821 - 778 lehte
...Degenerate into hands like 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...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... | |
 | 1821 - 800 lehte
...Degenerate into hands like mine ? " 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame, Though Hnk'd among a fetter'd 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... | |
 | 1822 - 440 lehte
...into hands like mine ? 'Tis something:, in the dearth of fame, Though liuk'd among: a fettered laoe, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what is left the poet hero? For Greeks a blush— for Greece a tear. Must w» but weep o'er days more blest? Must me but... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 lehte
...Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something, in the dearth of fame. Though Imk'il among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame. Even as...here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must vie but weep o'er days more blest? Must ice but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 lehte
...long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Though link d among a fettered race, To feel at least a patriot's...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 lehte
...Degenerate into hands like 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...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 vie but blush ?—Our fathers... | |
 | 1824 - 312 lehte
...'Tis something in the dearth of fame, Tho' link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriots shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ; For what...poet here ! For Greeks a blush— for Greece a tear. The poetry of the three concluding stanzas is not less exquisite nor less animated. Trust not for freedom... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Alfred Howard - 1824 - 226 lehte
...fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suifuse my face ; For what is left the poet here ? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must ice but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from... | |
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