 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 59by Thomas Gray - 1775 - 136 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Andrew Lang - Children's poetry - 1891 - 351 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1891 - 319 pages
...passes by. ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 39 ' 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | David Hoekzema - English poetry - 1893 - 334 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... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1895
...affrighted ravens sail ; 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... | |
 | Oswald Crawfurd - English poetry - 1896 - 451 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... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1897
...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... | |
 | Mowbray Morris - English poetry - 1898 - 343 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1899 - 749 pages
...and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, 40 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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