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...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...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. IV. EAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room, and verge...

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...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...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 ? In many a...

...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...

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