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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 Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient ...

Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl - Anthologies - 1899
...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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Patriotic Song: A Book of English Verse : Being an Anthology of the ...

Arthur Stanley, Arthur Stanley Megaw - English poetry - 1901 - 363 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 World's Great Masterpieces: History, Biography, Science ..., Volume 10

Literature - 1901
...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 English Poets

Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1901
...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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Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and ...

Robert Chambers - American literature - 1902
...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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Chamber's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volume 2

Robert Chambers - American literature - 1902
...screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly...
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The World's Best Poetry: National spirit; [introductory essay] The study of ...

English poetry - 1904
...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 — Xo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly...
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James Macpherson: An Episode in Literature

John Semple Smart - Bards and bardism in literature - 1905 - 224 pages
...calls attention. " 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." Thus the Bard laments ; and beneath are set the lines of Julius...
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English Poetry (1170-1892)

John Matthews Manly - English poetry - 1907 - 580 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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Palgrave's Golden Treasury

Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1907 - 366 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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