 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 pages
...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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. b II.... | |
 | William Collins - 1854 - 430 pages
...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. II. i.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 766 pages
...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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 272 pages
...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. II. —... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pages
...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 lire !. " Weave... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 276 pages
...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. n. —... | |
 | Robert Clarke (schoolmaster.) - 1855 - 190 pages
...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.' "... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pages
...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 lire ! 9' "... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1856 - 210 pages
...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 they join, And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line." Godfrey... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - 466 pages
...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. "Weave... | |
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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... 
