 | James Fleming - 1863 - Страниц: 404
...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 Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - Страниц: 554
...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... | |
 | 1865 - Страниц: 708
...amidst your dying country's criea — No more I weep. They do not 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 lir.e. " Weave... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1866 - Страниц: 434
...died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a gnsly 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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - Страниц: 506
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep, On yonder cliffs, a griesly3 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 Fleming - 1866 - Страниц: 382
...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 - 1866 - Страниц: 298
...amidst your dying country's cries. — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliff, 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.... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1866 - Страниц: 704
...amidst your dying country's erica — No more I weep. They do not 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1866 - Страниц: 150
...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. II. l.... | |
 | Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869 - Страниц: 88
...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. Gray. The soul is set. — Now welcome, thou dread power ! Nameless yet thus omnipotent, which here... | |
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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... 
