| Oliver Goldsmith - 1856 - Страниц: 560
...died amidst your dying country's crieg 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.... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - Страниц: 800
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. 4 They do not sleep. On yonder dills, 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.... | |
| Anne Bowman - 1856 - Страниц: 316
...amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep ; they do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly baud, 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.—... | |
| English poetry - 1857 - Страниц: 334
...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. n. " Weave... | |
| Thomas Ewing - 1857 - Страниц: 428
...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... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - Страниц: 780
...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.... | |
| Thomas Gaspey - 1858 - Страниц: 366
...added, with an air of alacrity, " for trust me, I live but to do my duty by Lord Erpingham." CHAPTER XL 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. GHAT. No... | |
| Bernhard Freiherr von Tauchnitz - 1860 - Страниц: 468
...the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 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 laud; With me in dreadful harmony they join And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. n.—... | |
| James Thomson - 1861 - Страниц: 480
...amidst your dying country's cries ! No more I weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grizzly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, Andt weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave... | |
| Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - Страниц: 356
...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... | |
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