 | Robert L. Mack - 2000 - 718 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... | |
 | Dionysios Solōmos, Hans-Christian Günther - 2000 - 304 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 - 128 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 - 217 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... | |
 | Aaron Santesso - 2006 - 221 páginas
...cadence" of old English and Welsh poetry: "No 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." (43-46) The pause in the middle of each line follows the medieval poetic pattern of balancing a poetic... | |
 | James Fenimore Cooper - 2008 - 562 páginas
...Gray's poem "The Bard." The two lines that follow and finish the stanza echo the themes of the novel: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. Chapter IX 1. "Be gay securely . . . thy clear brow": From Thomas Gray's incomplete verse drama, Agrippina... | |
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