| 1865 - 708 páginas
...screams, aud 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 criea — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grissly... | |
| Charles Knight - 1866 - 704 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 erica — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grissly... | |
| James Fleming - 1866 - 382 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... | |
| Edward Thomas Stevens - 1866 - 434 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 gnsly band,... | |
| Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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 griesly3... | |
| Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 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 band,... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1866 - 298 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... | |
| Francis William Newman - 1869 - 376 páginas
...long e sound in dear. 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 amid your dying country's cries. Tender feeling is generally in a tenor voice ; when it deepens into... | |
| Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869 - 88 páginas
...to the senses : — 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... | |
| English poetry - 1869 - 328 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 amid your dying country's cries — No more I weep ! They do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
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