 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 страници
...pale : ' Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; ' The famish'd Eagle* screams, and passes by. ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' Dear, as...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 страници
...pale : ' Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail : ' The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. ' to quench a country's thirst; And men and dogs shall...burst. Old Cotta sham'd h'rs fortune and his birth, Ye mart, ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — ' No more 1 weep. They do not sleep. • On yonder... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...ghastly pale ; Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail. The famish'd eagle screams and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the rnddy drops that warm my heart, Ye dy'd amidst your dying country's crie No more I weep. They do not... | |
 | 1809 - 402 страници
...pale; ' Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail : * The famUh'd eagle screams, aud passi-s by. ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' Dear, as the light that visits these sud eyes, ' Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, ' Ve died amidst your dying country's cries—... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 622 страници
...ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail : The famish'd eagle "^screams, and passes by, Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the...heart ", Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — fir cnst as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the castle of Conway, built by king Edward... | |
 | Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 страници
...hush'd the stormy main : ' Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : ' Mountains, ye mourn in vain : ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' Dear as...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... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1815 - 354 страници
...must love, pine, mourn, and adore in seeret ; this you must not deny me : you will ever he to m,:~" Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart !" I hare not patienee to read the puritanie serawl! Vile sophistry! ye heavens ! thou God of nature... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth, Maria Edgeworth - 1816 - 262 страници
...ghastly pale, Far, far aloof th' affrighted raven sails ; The famUhed eagle screams and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the...heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries." Cadwallo the bard, whose " magic song could lay the storm is now silent, in poetic language his tongue... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1816 - 714 страници
...love, pine, mourn, and adore in secret — this you must not deny me— you will ever be to me — '' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, " Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart !" I have not patience to read the puritanic scrawl. — Vile sophistry ! — Ye heavens ! thou God... | |
 | Robert Burns - 1819 - 658 страници
...love, pine, mourn, and adore in secret — this you must not deny me — you will ever be to me — ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart !' I have not patience to read the puritanic scrawl. — Vile sophistry ! — Ye heavens ! thou God... | |
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Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. 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... 
