 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 pàgines
...amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [4], 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...of the murd'rous Gaul, 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...The dread of Gallia's scatter'd host. Still gallant SIDNEY ploughs the deep, Who chas'd thee, Consul fell ! from Acre's wall, And soon his force my waves... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1804 - 224 pàgines
...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 : " With me in dreadful harmony they join, " And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy " line g."... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pàgines
...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, * Avengers of their native land; * With me in dreadful harmony they join, 1 Andweavejwith bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1.... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 pàgines
...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 their native land : ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, 'And * weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.'... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 pàgines
...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 they join, ' And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.1 II.... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 pàgines
...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 of their native land ; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' II. 1.... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 pàgines
...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 : ' With me in dreadful harmony theyjoin, ' And weave with bloody hands the tissue of th; [liw'. II.... | |
 | Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 pàgines
...amidst your dying country's cries. ' No 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 harmony, they join, ' And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line.'... | |
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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 — No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see... 
