...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...join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.5 1 High-born Hoel, Sfc Hoel, one of the famous bards of Wales, was the son of Owen Gwynedd, prince...

...that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep ; 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 room...

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

...went on with the poem, he came •oa passage, where his historical notes gave lim no assistance. — 1 see them sit; they linger yet, Avengers of their native...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 the...

...mighty dead : Then shall arise the patriot band, Avengers of their native land. " (In youder clift's, a grisly band, I see them sit — they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray's Bun/. " By Wexford's bridge, begriin'd with blood, The scene of many a murderous day, "While...

...mighty dead : Then shall arise the patriot band, Avengers of their native land. " ( )n yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit— they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Cray's Bunl. " By Wexford's bridge, begrim'd with blood, The scene of many a murderous day, While...

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

...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...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. 7 Cambria, Wales. So called from the Cymry or Cimmerii, its oldest inhabitants. 8 Gilbert de Clare,...

...No more I weep. They do not sleep; I see them sit; they linger yet, On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, Avengers of their native land; With me in dreadful...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' 1 Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind— Milton's Paradise Lost. 2 The shores of Caernarvonshire,...

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