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 them sit; they linger yet Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony... Poems - Seite 104von Thomas Gray - 1778 - 158 SeitenVollansicht
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James Fenimore Cooper - 2008 - 562 Seiten
...Gray's poem "The Bard." The two lines that follow and finish the stanza echo the themes of the novel: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. Chapter IX 1. "Be gay securely . . . thy clear brow": From Thomas Gray's incomplete...