 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - Страниц: 478
...died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And* weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' II.... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - Страниц: 1062
...died amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly has to all allotted, soon or late, Some lucky revolution of their fa With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' " Weave... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - Страниц: 600
...died amidst your dying eountry's eries. No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder eliffs, a grisly : WiJt гаe in dreadful Harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' ''... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1826 - Страниц: 190
...died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1.... | |
 | 1826 - Страниц: 310
...died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. . On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : Wjth me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1.... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - Страниц: 600
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " ' Weave... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - Страниц: 310
...eagle screams and passes by. " Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, On yonder cliffs, a grissly band, I see them sit: they linger yet, Avengers of their native land; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - Страниц: 256
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join. And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. '*... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - Страниц: 516
...died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line." ELEGY... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - Страниц: 844
...amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder chifs, a grisly hand, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they ;oln, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. * Weave... | |
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Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see... 
