 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - Страниц: 498
...looks o'er sea-girt Salamis, And ships in 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 ? BYRON. S. Sar'casms, s. bitter taunts, severe Jests. 7. Ten 'able, a. that may be held or kept. 8.... | |
 | 1841 - Страниц: 578
...remember having heard of his name ; and as for the fashionable publishers that besieged his doors, " He counted them at break of day ; And when the sun set, where were they 1" It could not be much more than a twelvemonth or so, from the day on which we^niet him cantering,... | |
 | Cam river - 1841 - Страниц: 318
...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 were they? BYEON. THE RESTLESS OLD LADY. THERE was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 504
...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...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,... | |
 | 1842 - Страниц: 480
...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 link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face ;... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - Страниц: 464
...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...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... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - Страниц: 348
...o'er sea-horn Salanus : And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ; — all were his. He counted them at break of day — And when the sun...now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, "Us something in the dearth of fame, Though linlt'tl within a fetter'd race... | |
 | John Frost - 1845 - Страниц: 458
...o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men and nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day— -^ And when the...where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore Th' heroic lay is tuneless now — Th' heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine,... | |
 | William Draper Swan - 1845 - Страниц: 482
...azure. th (vocal) this. And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun...And where are they ? and where art thou, My country T On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless new — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must... | |
 | John Murray, John Murray (Firm) - 1845 - Страниц: 510
...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 thouf My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats... | |
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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? 
