...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...

...below, And men in nations ; — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — ' Aud when the bun set where were they? And where are they ! and where...shore The heroic lay is tuneless now— The heroic boiom beats no more ! And nnisi the lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine ! Tic something...

...o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations ;— all were his I 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...

...were his t He counted Iherti at break of day — And when the SUB set where, were they? And where arc they ! and where art thou, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuueless now— The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must the lyre, BO long- divine, ^Degenerate into...

...ships, 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 ? 'T is something in the dearth...

...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 Hmn, My country ? On thy voiceless shore The ln.roic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats...

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...looks o'er sea-horn Salamis ; And ships, hy thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun...The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beaU no more ! , And must thy lyre, no long dh ine, Degenerate into hands like mine? Tig something,...

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...and the lofty eloquence of our own Plato himself, and who is a Greek in feeling, if not in country, And where are they ? And where art thou, My country?...lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! Must "we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ? Our fathers bled ! Earth 1 render back...