| Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [4], They do not sleep. " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, " I see them sit, they linger yet, " Avengers of their native land : (o) The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [14]. They do not sleep. " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, " I see them sit, they linger yet, " Avengers of their native land: (o) The famish*d eagle screams, and passes by, Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually... | |
| France - 1904 - 518 pages
...of the murd'rous Gaul, On Alexandria's shoie. Yet cease to weep : they do not sleep — Through ihe bright sky, a heavenly band I see them sit, they linger...The dread of Gallia's scatter'd host. Still gallant Si DJJKY ploughs the <!eep, Who chas'd thee, Consul fell ! from Acre's wall, And soon his force my... | |
| Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1804 - 224 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [14]. 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 g."... | |
| Oliver Goldsmith - 1806 - 248 pages
...your dying country's cries...... * Ho 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, 1 Andweavejwith bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1.... | |
| Thomas Gray - 1807 - 728 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.'... | |
| British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 526 pages
...dy'd amidst your dying country's crie 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 poetry - English poetry - 1809 - 302 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.1 II.... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1809 - 604 pages
...dying country's cries — ' No more 1 weep. They do not sleep. • On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, 1 . § 152- MansPronencsstopospone Improvement . Of min's miraculous : ' With me in dreadful harmony theyjoin, ' And weave with bloody hands the tissue of th; [liw'. II.... | |
| Richard Clark - Madrigals, English - 1814 - 530 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries. ' No more I weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a grizly 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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