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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... "
Poems by Mr. Gray - Page 59
by Thomas Gray - 1775 - 136 pages
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The illustrated public school speaker and reader based on grammatical ...

Alexander Kennedy Isbister - Oratory - 1870 - 420 pages
...companions of my tuneful art, Smeared with gore, and ghastly pale : 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...
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The Poetical Works of Campbell, Goldsmith, and Gray: With Memoirs of the Authors

Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1870 - 456 pages
...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 grizzly...
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Favourite English poems and poets

English poems - 1870 - 722 pages
...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...
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Gray's odes, with notes, and a scheme of grammatical analysis by ..., Issue 126

Thomas Gray - 1870 - 72 pages
...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 band,...
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The Household Book of Poetry

Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1882 - 906 pages
...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...
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With the Poets: A Selection of English Poetry

Frederic William Farrar - English poetry - 1883 - 326 pages
...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...
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With the poets: a selection of English poetry. [Ed.] by F.W. Farrar

Frederic William Farrar - English poetry - 1883 - 498 pages
...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...
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Chaucer to Burns

William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1883 - 396 pages
...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...
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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volume 5

English wit and humor - 1888 - 344 pages
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Thomas Gray

Thomas Gray - 1884 - 164 pages
...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 band,...
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