 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 men in nations — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where...  Songs of Freedom - Сторінка 41автори: Henry Stephens Salt - 1893 - 345 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1902 - 642 стор.
...looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships by thousands lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun...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 in civilised... | |
 | 1821 - 778 стор.
...o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ;— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun...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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1821 - 232 стор.
...by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ;— all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And where are they ? and where art thou, My country...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... | |
 | 1821 - 800 стор.
...o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun...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... | |
 | 1821 - 676 стор.
...« 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... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1821 - 460 стор.
...where were they ? D a And where are they? ajid where art thon, My country ? On thy voiceless sh ore 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... | |
 | 1822 - 440 стор.
...were they ? Ami where are they ? and where art thnu, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroi« lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more I And must thy lyre, so longdivine. Degenerate into hands like mine ? 'Tis something:, in the dearth of fame, Though liuk'd... | |
 | George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1823 - 258 стор.
...o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when 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... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 234 стор.
...looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations;—all were his ! He counted them at break of day— And when the sun...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 стор.
...looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; all were his ! He counted them at break of day— And when the sun...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... | |
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