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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 Genius and Character of Emerson: Lectures at the Concord School of ...

Concord School of Philosophy - 1884 - 447 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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A Hand-book of English and American Literature

Esther J. Trimble Lippincott - American literature - 1884 - 518 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 criesNo more 1 weep. They do not sloep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,...
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British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of ...

Ludwig Herrig - 1885 - 708 pages
...screams, and passes by. Dear, lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad Ƴ ʂ ] A g 炀 F amidst your dying country's cries— Xo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly...
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The Bay State Monthly, Volume 3

New England - 1885
...will quote a few lines : " Dear lost companions ot my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these 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 yondercliRs a griesly band,...
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The Granite Monthly: A Magazine of Literature, History and State ..., Volume 8

Henry Harrison Metcalf, John Norris McClintock - Local history - 1885
...will quote a few lines : " Dear lost companions ol my tuneiul art, Dear as the light that visits these 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 yonderclirTs a gricsly...
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The Granite Monthly: A New Hampshire Magazine Devoted to History ..., Volume 8

Henry Harrison Metcalf, John Norris McClintock - New Hampshire - 1885
...will quote a few lines: " Dear lost companions ot my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these 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 yonderclifts a griesly...
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Red-letter Poems by English Men and Women

Thomas Young Crowell - English poetry - 1885 - 648 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 Poems of Thomas Gray

Thomas Gray - 1886 - 167 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 On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers...
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Classic Selections from the Best Authors

Samuel Silas Curry - Readers - 1888 - 182 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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Lyra Heroica: A Book of Verse for Boys

William Ernest Henley - American poetry - 1891 - 364 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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