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...
Gray's Poetical Works: English and Latin : Illustrated - Página 22
por Thomas Gray - 1847 - 142 páginas
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