 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1850 - 558 Seiten
...died amidsf 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.... | |
 | English history - 1851 - 706 Seiten
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do uot sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grissly 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 their line. " Weave... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 Seiten
...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. ii.... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 Seiten
...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. II. "... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - 200 Seiten
...amidst jour 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.2 1 The... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1854 - 278 Seiten
...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.... | |
 | 1854 - 226 Seiten
...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. 7 Cambria,... | |
 | 1854 - 456 Seiten
...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 Hi e ! " Weave... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 Seiten
...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.... | |
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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... 
