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...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...weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line." GRAY'S BARD. Ah ! where are now the minstrels gone, Who sung the song, of days gone by ? In many a...

...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...

...heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's criesNo 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. n. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and...

...heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, of heaven, ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, aud verge...

...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. 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...

...your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly baud, thj line.' ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room,...

...died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet. Avengers of...native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, Ami} weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.* • The ihr.ru of raernarsonihire opposlte to...

...your dying country's erica No more I weep. They do not sleep. fc On yonder cliffs, a griesly hand, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful hurmony they join, And{ weave with hloody hands the tissue of thy line.' • The *I,'T.- of Caernarionahtre...