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" 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... "
A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. - Страница 324
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The Monthly Review, Том 17

Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1757
...thefe fad eyes, No more I weep. They do not fleep. Yc died amidft your dying country's cries—— On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, I fee them fit,...harmony they join, ' And weave with bloody hands the ciflue of thy line. II. 1. *' Give ample room, and verge enough, " The characters of hell to trace."—...

A collection of poems, by several hands [ed. by R. Dodsley]. [2 other copies ...

Collection - 1765
...warm my heart, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — * No more I weep. They do not fleep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, * I fee them fit,...harmony they join, ' And weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line. II. r; M^ „ " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's...

A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes, Том 6

Robert Dodsley - 1765
...warm my heart, * Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — * No more I weep. They do not fleep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, * I fee them fit,...harmony they join, * And weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line. II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's race,...

Poems by Mr. Gray

Thomas Gray - 1768 - 151 страници
...• Shake/. Jul. Cotfaf. " No more I weep. They do not fleep, " On yonder cliffs, a grifly band, MI fee them fit, they linger yet, " Avengers of their...harmony * they join, " And * weave with bloody hands the tiSue of thy line." II. i. *' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's race....

Poems by Mr. Gray

Thomas Gray - 1768 - 119 страници
...warm my heart, * Ye died amidft yontr dyiag coantry's cries — ' No more I weep. They do not deep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, * I fee them fit,...their native land : ' With me in dreadful harmony q they join, * And ' weave with bloody hands the tifTue of thy line.' t As dear to me as are the ruddy...

Poems by Mr. Gray...

Thomas Gray - 2012 - 258 страници
...warm my heart, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries— c No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit,...land : ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And i weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line.* ' As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, That viiit...

Poems

Thomas Gray - 1770 - 120 страници
...my heart, * Ye died am id ft your dying country's cries — * No more I weep. They do not flecp. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, { I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land : 1 With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And i weave with bloody hands the tiiTue of thy line.'...

Poems by Mr. Gray

Thomas Gray - 1775 - 136 страници
...dying country's cries— 4 No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a grifly band, 1/fF ' I fee them fit : they linger yet, * Avengers of their...With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And weave f with bloody hands the tiffue of thy line.1 • As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That vifit my...

The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Том 56

Samuel Johnson - 1779
...amidft your dying.country's cries — • No more I weep. They do not fteep. • On yondeb'clirFs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native landi ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And f weave with bloody hands the tifiueof thy line."'...

The Works of the English Poets: Lyttelton; West; Gray

Samuel Johnson
...my hearj, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — ' No. more I weep. They do not fteep.. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger. yetT ' Avengers of their native land i ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And f weave with...




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