...went 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—...

...historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder clifls, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers...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...

...and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Deart 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 1 weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers...

...own numbers any thing that deserved approbation, he had learned it all from Dryden." — BEATTIE.] On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they...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...

...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...country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. (l) ["One of the greatest poets of this century, the late and much lamented Mr. Gray of Cambridge,...

...Cadwallo, Urien, and Modred, " Whose magic song, " Made huge Plenlimmon bow his cloud top't head." " These do not sleep, " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, "...dreadful harmony they join, " And weave with bloody bands the tissue of thy line." To be sure, the gracious and youthful being who now represents this...

...of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm'd my heart, Ye died amidst your dying Country's cries....join, And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line." GRAY'S BARD. Ah ! where are now the minstrels gone, Who sung the song, of days gone by ?...

...represents the objects of his imagination as actually before his eyes and present to his senses ; as, " On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray. VIII. Apostrophe is a turning from the regular course of the subject into an animated address...

...eagles used annuDear 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 criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger...

...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. n. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample...