...more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, 4s Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful...they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line, u. 1. • " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding: sheet of Edward's race. so See...

...and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, ove-tailed ; a cabinet so variously inlaid ; such a piece of diversified mosaic erica No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly bajid, I see them sit ; they linger...

...of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that worm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do uot sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grissly band I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native...

...Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amid your dying country's cries. — No more I weep. 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...

...been as dull as his adversary's. The Spirits of the murdered bards assist in weaving the deadly woof: "With me in dreadful harmony they join "And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line." The connoisseurs and artists who have made objections to Mr. B.'s mode of representing spirits...

...just as dull as his adversary's. The Spirits of the murdered bards assist in weaving the deadly wopf : With me in dreadful harmony they join And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. The connoisseurs and artists who have made objections to Mr. B's mode of representing spirits...

...threaten some danger, against which all his cunning and experience might prove of no avail. Chapter VII "They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit." Gray, "The Bard," Ij [Epode I.] 11. 43-45T WOULD BE NEGLECTING a warning that is given for our good,...

...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.' (PTG 186-89) Together, the bard and his spectral companions begin to prophesize the fate...

...yourdying country's cries -/No more l weep. They do not sleep./ On yonder cliffs, a gries1y band,/ 1 see them sit, they linger yet,/ Avengers of their...they join,/ And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line [39ff.]). Vgl. auch Vergil, Aeneis VI 305-8 (Dorthin stürzt mit Haufen der Schwarm, ans Ufer...

...— • No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' ' On yonder cliffs, a grielly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land:...me in dreadful harmony they join, • • And weave w ith bloody hands the tifTuc of ' thy line.' II. I. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet...