 | 1826 - 310 páginas
...my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes. Dear as the ruddy drops that warm iny heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No...sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : Wjth me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1.... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1827 - 468 páginas
...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...They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, ' The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. ' Cambden and others observe, that... | |
 | John Barber - 1828 - 310 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 páginas
...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...more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 páginas
...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...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. '* ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 páginas
...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...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line." ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. THE curfew tolk the knell of parting day, The lowing herds... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1830 - 844 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1834 - 480 páginas
...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....weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line. THE NEW FLY VAN. • Air — tf Sfy Lodging is on the cold Ground." (R. Hance.) BELIEVE me, if all... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1835 - 342 páginas
...on with the poem, he came to a passage, where his historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs,...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... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1836 - 394 páginas
...went on with the poem, he came to a passage where his historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs,...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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Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; The famished 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... 
