 | Howard D. Weinbrot - 2007 - 0 páginas
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 | B. Eugene McCarthy - 1997 - 288 páginas
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 | Robert L. Mack - 2000 - 768 páginas
...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...'And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' (PTG 186-89) Together, the bard and his spectral companions begin to prophesize the fate of the Royal... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 2000 - 196 páginas
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 | Dionysios Solōmos, Hans-Christian Günther - 2000 - 312 páginas
...yourdying country's cries -/No more l weep. They do not sleep./ On yonder cliffs, a gries1y band,/ 1 see them sit, they linger yet,/ Avengers of their...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line [39ff.]). Vgl. auch Vergil, Aeneis VI 305-8 (Dorthin stürzt mit Haufen der Schwarm, ans Ufer ergossen,/... | |
 | William Blake - 2000 - 132 páginas
...— • No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' ' On yonder cliffs, a grielly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land:...me in dreadful harmony they join, • • And weave w ith bloody hands the tifTuc of ' thy line.' II. I. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet... | |
 | Dolores Bausum - 2001 - 268 páginas
...harp to warn that the slain bards survive as ghosts and to predict the king's ruin: On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet, Avengers...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. . . . Now, brothers, bending... | |
 | D. Delta Evans - 2003 - 356 páginas
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 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 páginas
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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... 
