...historical 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...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...

...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...land ; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weaveS with bloody hands the tissue of thy line." II. 1. ' Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet...

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

...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. (1) ["One of the greatest poets of this century, the late and much lamented Mr. Gray of Cambridge,...

...Cadwallo, Urien, and Modred, " Whose magic song, " Made huge Plenlimmon bow his cloud top't head." " These do not sleep, " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, "...dreadful harmony they join, " And weave with bloody bands the tissue of thy line." To be sure, the gracious and youthful being who now represents this...

...represents the objects of his imagination as actually before his eyes and present to his senses ; as, " On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray. VIII. Apostrophe is a turning from the regular course of the subject into an animated address...

...these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. n. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and...

...of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm dreadful death abides thee. Prie. Then, thus adjured,...you as just As if you were the minister of heaven, ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, aud verge...

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

...your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band,I " Weave the warp, and weave the roof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge...