 | Isaac Disraeli, Jsaac D'Jsraeli - 1835 - 524 pàgines
...Dryden, ' Far as the solar walk, or milky way.* Gray has in his ' Bard* ' Dear na the liirht that visit-* these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.* Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare, of the latter image ; but it is curious to observe... | |
 | 1836 - 558 pàgines
...ravens sail, The famished eaglet screams and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Deart as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the...Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No more 1 weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1836 - 394 pàgines
...went on with the poem, he came to a passage where his historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1837 - 538 pàgines
...ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the...country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. (l) ["One of the greatest poets of this century, the late and much lamented Mr. Gray of Cambridge,... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 462 pàgines
...Ireland has become the grave of that ' dear lost companion,' who, from earliest babyhood was to me, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.' and you know that a pilgrimage of sorrowing affection to that spot had been for years the object of... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 452 pàgines
...Ireland has become the grave of that ' dear lost companion,' who, from earliest babyhood was to me, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.' and you know that a pilgrimage of sorrowing affection to that spot had been for years the object of... | |
 | Margaret Richardson - 1839 - 236 pàgines
...murdered. " Far, far aloof th* affrighted ravens sail, The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by ; Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the...visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm'd my heart, Ye died amidst your dying Country's cries. No more I weep ; they do not sleep. On... | |
 | Brandon Turner - 1840 - 258 pàgines
...imagination as actually before his eyes and present to his senses ; as, " On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray. VIII. Apostrophe is a turning from the regular course of the subject into an animated address... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 pàgines
...38. The famish'd eagle screams, and passes ln/~\ Camden and others observe, that eagles used annuDear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light...warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger... | |
 | 1842 - 1212 pàgines
...the inspired Ithacan forces upon our memory the Bard of Gray, to whom we must listen for a moment : " Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the...as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, — Ye died amid your dying country's cries." After this bold apostrophe, the Bard, entranced by the overpowering... | |
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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... 
