 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 118 pages
...used annuDear 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 criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger... | |
 | Robert Chambers - English literature - 1844
...(lasses by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as ies not, An instant and a dreadful death abides thee....you as just As if you were the minister of heaven, ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, aud verge... | |
 | English poetry - 1844
...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...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. n. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room, and... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - Authors, English - 1844 - 716 pages
...your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band,I " Weave the warp, and weave the roof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844
...passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes. Dear as hambers baud, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony... | |
 | William Collins - English poetry - 1844 - 308 pages
...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...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 me in dreadful... | |
 | William Collins - English poetry - 1844 - 308 pages
...hy. Dear, lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eye«, Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's erica No more I weep. They do not sleep. fc On yonder cliffs, a griesly hand, I see them sit ; they... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845
...companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops4 that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's...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 Gwynedd, prince... | |
 | General reciter - 1845
...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...country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep ; I see them sit : — they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...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...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 ample room, and... | |
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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, Ye died amidst your dying country's... 
