 | 1809 - 402 pages
...Dear, as the light that visits these sud eyes, ' Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, ' Ve died amidst your dying country's cries— * No more...weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a grisly baud, ' I see them sit : they linger jet, •• Avengers of their unlive land : ' With me in dreadful... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1809 - 604 pages
...dying country's cries — ' No more 1 weep. They do not sleep. • On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, 1 . § 152- MansPronencsstopospone Improvement . Of min's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, theyjoin, ' And weave with bloody hands the tissue of th; [liw'. II. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 622 pages
...by, Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart ", Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — fir cnst as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the castle of Conway, built by king Edward... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 622 pages
...Published by Ray. 11 As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, That visit my sad heart. Shafcsp. Jul. CVs. 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 : With me in dreadful... | |
 | Richard Clark - Madrigals, English - 1814 - 530 pages
...' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, ' Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my "heart, ' Ye died amidst...more I weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a grizly band, ' I see them sit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land : < With me, in dreadful... | |
 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - 446 pages
...more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, 45 Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful...weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. 50 Give ample room, and... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth, Maria Edgeworth - English poetry - 1816 - 262 pages
...passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries." Cadwallo the bard, whose " magic song could lay the storm is now silent, in poetic language his tongue... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1819 - 498 pages
...' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, ' Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, ' Ye died amidst...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 : ' With. me in dreadful... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - English literature - 1820 - 548 pages
...by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — * The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. • Cambden and others observe,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1821 - 196 pages
...built its nest in the peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithology, published byBay.) Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst...they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of t!*y line. II. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample... | |
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Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's... 
