 | English poetry - 1848 - 468 страници
...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, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
 | James Augustus Hessey - 1849 - 216 страници
...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, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly... | |
 | A. Cunningham - 1850 - 200 страници
...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, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — :— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1850 - 558 страници
...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, Ye died amidsf your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,... | |
 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 страници
...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, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - 1852 - 570 страници
...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, Ye died amid your dying country's cries. — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
 | Concordia society - 1852 - 108 страници
...hufhed the ftormy main ; Brave Urien fleeps upon his craggy bed. Mountains, ye mourn in vain : ********* Dear loft companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that vifus thefe fad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amid your dying country's... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1853 - 200 страници
...screams, and passes by.2 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, Ye died amidst jour dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs a grisly... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 страници
...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 : ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries. ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ! " On yonder cliffs, a grisly... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1854 - 564 страници
...sereams, and passes by. Dear lost eompanions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying eountry's eries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder eliffs, a grisly band,... | |
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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 ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's... 
