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...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...

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...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...

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...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...