 | William Collins - 1844 - Страниц: 328
...your dying country's erica No more I weep. They do not sleep. fc On yonder cliffs, a griesly hand, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful hurmony they join, And{ weave with hloody hands the tissue of thy line.' • The... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - Страниц: 490
...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.5 1 High-born... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - Страниц: 348
...that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep ; 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 :"— "... | |
 | 1846 - Страниц: 436
...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 ! " " Weave... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - Страниц: 276
...amidst, your dying country's cries— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliti's, 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.... | |
 | Percy Society - 1847 - Страниц: 280
...: Then shall arise the patriot band, Avengers of their native land. " (In youder clift's, a grisly band, I see them sit — they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray's Bun/. " By Wexford's bridge, begriin'd with blood, The scene of many a murderous day, "While... | |
 | Percy Society - 1847 - Страниц: 254
...: Then shall arise the patriot band, Avengers of their native land. " ( )n yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit— they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Cray's Bunl. " By Wexford's bridge, begrim'd with blood, The scene of many a murderous day, While... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - Страниц: 468
...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. ' Weave... | |
 | James Augustus Hessey - 1849 - Страниц: 216
...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. 7 Cambria,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1850 - Страниц: 558
...died amidsf 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.... | |
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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... 
