 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1856 - 560 pages
...died amidst your dying country's crieg 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.... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. 4 They do not sleep. On yonder dills, 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.'" II.... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep ; they do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly baud, 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.—... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 pages
...amid 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. " Weave... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1857 - 428 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. Weave... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1858 - 780 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep.4 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." II. 1.... | |
 | Thomas Gaspey - 1858 - 366 pages
...added, with an air of alacrity, " for trust me, I live but to do my duty by Lord Erpingham." CHAPTER XL 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. GHAT. No... | |
 | Bernhard Tauchnitz - 1860 - 468 pages
...the ruddy drops that warm my heart, 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 laud; With me in dreadful harmony they join And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. n.—... | |
 | James Thomson - 1861 - 480 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries ! No more I weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grizzly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, Andt weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pages
...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. ' 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... 
