 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 páginas
...died amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [14]. They do not sleep. " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, " I see them sit, they linger yet, " Avengers of their native land: (o) The famish*d eagle screams, and passes by, Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually... | |
 | 1803 - 390 páginas
...Oa Alexandria's shore. Yet cease to weep : they do not sleep — Through the bright sky, a heavenly band I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land. But NELSO.N still is mine, Who shook the Libyan coast; A thousand heroes guide my navy's line, The... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 páginas
...died amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [14]. They do not sleep. " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, " I see them sit, they linger yet,...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy " line g." Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life, Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee.... | |
 | 1904 - 518 páginas
...On Alexandria's shoie. Yet cease to weep : they do not sleep — Through ihe bright sky, a heavenly band I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land. But NELSON still is mine, Who shook the Libyan coast ; A thousand heroes guide my navy's line, The... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 508 páginas
...Kay.] * As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, Tlal vijit my fad heart. Sha'Kffp. Jul. Csefar • \Vith me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And * weave with bloody hands the tiffue of thy line. II. I. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The windmg-lheet of Edward's race.... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1805 - 1054 páginas
...not deep. ' On yonder ciirfs, a gridy band, ' I Ice them (it: they linger yet, ' Avengers of tluir native land: ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And weave with bloody lands the glftc''/^/ II. .. P* " Weave the warp, and weave the wot, " The winiling-fliret of Edward's... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 páginas
...dy'd amidst your dying country's cries...... * Ho more I -weep. They do not sleep; ' On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, * I see them sit; they linger yet,...native land; * With me in dreadful harmony they join, 1 Andweavejwith bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1. " Weave the warp and weave the woof, "... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 páginas
...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...with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' •• II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-sheet of Edward's race. " Give ample room, and... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 páginas
...heart, Ye dy'd amidst your dying country's crie No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers...the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Kit ward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the year,... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 páginas
...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,...join, ' And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.1 II. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding sheet of Edward's race ; " Give ample... | |
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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... 
