 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - Страниц: 278
...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. b II.... | |
 | William Collins - 1854 - Страниц: 430
...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. i.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - Страниц: 766
...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.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - Страниц: 272
...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. —... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 458
...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 lire !. " Weave... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - Страниц: 276
...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. —... | |
 | Robert Clarke (schoolmaster.) - 1855 - Страниц: 190
...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.' "... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - Страниц: 452
...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 lire ! 9' "... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1856 - Страниц: 210
...historical notes gave him no assistance — " 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." Godfrey... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - Страниц: 466
...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... | |
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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... 
