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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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Palgrave's Golden Treasury

1908 - 551 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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The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes

Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1908 - 437 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 — 30 No more I weep; They do not sleep; On yonder cliffs, a griesly...
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The Book of Georgian Verse

William Stanley Braithwaite - English poetry - 1909 - 1313 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 Treasure Book of Verse: Being a Reissue of Poetry for Home and School

Anna Callender Brackett - American poetry - 1909 - 320 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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English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 40

English poetry - 1910
...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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The Vista of English Verse

English poetry - 1911 - 654 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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British Poems, from "Canterbury Tales" to "Recessional"

English poetry - 1912 - 537 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 Modern Study of Literature: An Introduction to Literary Theory and ...

Richard Green Moulton - Literature - 1915 - 530 pages
...change takes place. '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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English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic Movement

George Benjamin Woods - LITERARY COLLECTIONS - 1916 - 1432 pages
...and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, * Dear as the light that visits these sad e Both with thy nest upon amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep! On yonder cliffs, a griesly...
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English Poets of the Eighteenth Century

Ernest Bernbaum - English poetry - 1918 - 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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