 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - Страниц: 200
...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... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - Страниц: 524
...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 hand the tissue of thy line. " ' Weave... | |
 | English history - 1851 - Страниц: 706
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do uot sleep. 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 their line. " Weave... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - Страниц: 570
...amid 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.... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - Страниц: 458
...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. "... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - Страниц: 200
...amidst jour 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.2 1 The... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - Страниц: 460
...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.... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 226
...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,... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 456
...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 Hi e ! " Weave... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1854 - Страниц: 796
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep.4 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. 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... 
