 | William Collins - 1844 - 328 страници
...country's erica No more I weep. They do not sleep. fc On yonder cliffs, a griesly hand, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful hurmony they join, And{ weave with hloody hands the tissue of thy line.' • The *I,'T.- of Caernarionahtre... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 страници
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.5 1 High-born Hoel, Sfc Hoel, one of the famous bards of Wales, was the son of Owen... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 страници
...died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep ; I see them sit : — they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line :"— " 'Weave the warp, and weave the woof, ' The winding-sheet of Edward's race... | |
 | 1846 - 436 страници
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line ! " " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - 276 страници
...country's cries— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliti's, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line." ii. 1. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race.... | |
 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 страници
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give... | |
 | James Augustus Hessey - 1849 - 216 страници
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. 7 Cambria, Wales. So called from the Cymry or Cimmerii, its oldest inhabitants.... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 страници
...No more I weep. They do not sleep; I see them sit; they linger yet, On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, Avengers of their native land; With me in dreadful...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' 1 Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind— Milton's Paradise Lost. 2 The shores... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 страници
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1850 - 558 страници
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1. " ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race.... | |
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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... 
