 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 196 páginas
...published byBay.) 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 them sit, they linger yet. Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 284 páginas
...Willooghby's Ornithol. published by Ray.) No more I weep: They do not sleep! On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of...native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, [line IJ . And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy II. 1. ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof,... | |
 | 1822 - 418 páginas
...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 them sit : they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - 1822 - 584 páginas
...even has built its nest i:i the Peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ovnithol. published by Hay.) No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly hand, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony... | |
 | Thomas Gaspey - 1823 - 318 páginas
...with an air of alacrity " for, trust me, I live but to do my duty by Lord Erpingham." CHAP. XI. I tee them sit, they linger yet; Avengers of their native...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. On/ GRAY. No obstacle appeared now to lie in the way of the execution of that design which Edmund had... | |
 | William Collins, Thomas Gray, James Beattie, George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1824 - 478 páginas
...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,...And* weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' II. U * Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 páginas
...these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries. hy fruit must be Or gather'd ripe, or rot upon the...late, Some lucky revolution of their fate : Whose " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, Tne winding-sheet of Edward's race: Give ample room, and verge... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1825 - 346 páginas
...GRAY. 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 griesly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, 45 Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 páginas
...died amidst your dying eountry's eries. No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder eliffs, a grisly : WiJt гаe in dreadful Harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' ''... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1826 - 190 páginas
...published by Ray.) 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 them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony... | |
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Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail; The famish'd eagle screams, 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 amidst your dying country's... 
