...even has built its nest in the peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithology, published by Ray.) Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample...

...my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes. Dear as the ruddy drops that warm iny heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No...sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : Wjth me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1....

...and passes by. 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...They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, ' The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. ' Cambden and others observe, that...

...and passes by. 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...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...

...eagle screams and passes by. " Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, On yonder cliffs, a grissly band, I see them sit: they linger yet, Avengers of...they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding sheet of Edward's race: " Give ample...

...and passes by, 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...they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line." ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. THE curfew tolk the knell of parting day, The lowing...

...and passes by. 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...they join. And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. '* ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample...

...and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, ferred to the history of liobin Hood, or the Seven Wise Masters. I do not deny criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder chifs, a grisly hand, I see them sit ; they linger...

...cloud-topped head, 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...join, And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line. THE NEW FLY VAN. • Air — tf Sfy Lodging is on the cold Ground." (R. Hance.) BELIEVE me,...

...on with the poem, he came to a passage, where his historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs,...join, And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line.' " Godfrey could not make any sense of this passage ; he did not know who wept — who slept...