 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...  The Celtic Revival in English Literature, 1760-1800 - Page 35by Edward Douglas Snyder - 1923 - 208 pagesFull view - About this book
 | English poetry - English poetry - 1809 - 302 pages
...Vocal no more, since Cambria's fatal day, ' To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. I. 3. ' Cold is Cadwallo's tongue, ' That hush'd the stormy...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... | |
 | 1809 - 402 pages
...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— * No more I weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a grisly baud, ' I see them sit : they linger jet, •• Avengers of their unlive land : ' With me in... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 526 pages
...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 sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land ; With me in dreadful... | |
 | Richard Clark - Madrigals, English - 1814 - 530 pages
...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - 446 pages
...as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart." Shakspeare's Jul. Caesar, act ii. sc. 2. GRAY. H 2 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, 45 Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - English literature - 1820 - 548 pages
...even has built its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire.— See Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray. 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1821 - 196 pages
...even has built its nest in the peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithology, published byBay.) Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...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... | |
 | English poetry - 1822 - 418 pages
...bed : Mountains, ye mourn in vain Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his doud-topp'd head. On dreary Arvon's shore they lie, Smear'd with...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... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh - English poetry - 1822 - 584 pages
...even has built its nest i:i the Peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ovnithol. published by Hay.) No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly hand, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony... | |
 | Thomas Gray - Fore-edge painting - 1825 - 346 pages
...has built its nest in the peak of Derbyshire. [See Willoughby's Ornithol. published by Ray. — GRAY. Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...a griesly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, 45 Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands... | |
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