...these sad eyes. Dear as the ruddy drops that warm iny 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 : Wjth me in dreadful harmony...

...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, ' The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. ' Cambden and others...

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

...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...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 space and...

...amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder chifs, a grisly hand, whether right or wrong, it is no great matter; and so the repulí lion of wit or great learning ;oln, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. * Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The...

...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 harmony...

...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 harmony...

...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...

...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 of...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 — who...

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