| 1858 - 460 páginas
...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 cries! — No more 1 weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
| Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 páginas
...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 cries—• No more I weep ; They do not sleep; On yonder cliffs, a griesly... | |
| James Thomson - 1861 - 480 páginas
...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 cries ! No more I weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grizzly... | |
| Robert Sullivan - 1861 - 532 páginas
...sorrows of his lyre— " Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these Bad 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 cliff's, a grisly... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1863 - 456 páginas
...paries by. Dear loft companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that vifits thefe fad eyes,10 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not fleep. On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, I fee them fit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native... | |
| James Fleming - 1863 - 404 páginas
...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 cries ! — No more I weep. They do not sleep : On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1863 - 788 páginas
...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 cries— No more I weep.* They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1863 - 304 páginas
...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 cries. — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliff, a grisly... | |
| Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 páginas
...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 cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
| Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 784 páginas
...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 cries—- No more I weep.* They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly... | |
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