 | 1869 - Страниц: 974
...died 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 my line. II. 1.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1870 - Страниц: 456
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1870 - Страниц: 72
...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. i.... | |
 | Alexander Kennedy Isbister - 1870 - Страниц: 420
...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. The winding-sheet... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - Страниц: 722
...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... | |
 | David Hoekzema - 1893 - Страниц: 368
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1894 - Страниц: 400
...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.... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Frank Weitenkampf, John Porter Lamberton - 1895 - Страниц: 466
...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 wave with bloody hands the tissue of their line. "Weave... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1895 - Страниц: 656
...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. i.... | |
 | Oswald Crawfurd - 1896 - Страниц: 494
...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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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... 
