 | 1834 - Страниц: 480
...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. THE... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1836 - Страниц: 382
...notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder clifls, 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.' " Godfrey... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - Страниц: 582
...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.... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1837 - Страниц: 84
...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. IV. EAVE... | |
 | Margaret Richardson - 1839 - Страниц: 236
...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." GRAY'S... | |
 | Brandon Turner - 1840 - Страниц: 258
...imagination as actually before his eyes and present to his senses ; as, " On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray. VIII. Apostrophe is a turning from the regular course of the subject into an animated address... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - Страниц: 292
...died amidst your dying country's criesNo 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. n. 1.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Страниц: 738
...amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly , : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' ' Weave... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - Страниц: 108
...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. n. " Weave... | |
 | William Collins - 1844 - Страниц: 324
...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, Ami} weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.* • The... | |
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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... 
