 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1854 - 796 Seiten
...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.... | |
 | William Collins - 1854 - 430 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. II. i.... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 766 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. II. 1.... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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 lire !. " Weave... | |
 | Robert Clarke (schoolmaster.) - 1855 - 190 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.' "... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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 lire ! 9' "... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 276 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. n. —... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1855 - 272 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. II. —... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1856 - 800 Seiten
...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.... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1856 - 210 Seiten
...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... | |
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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... 
