 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
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1824 - 822 pages
...screams and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad ow shine so bright, Grow «ale, and tarnish with our dail amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1825 - 562 pages
...sereams and passes by. Dear lost eompanions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad / amidst your dying eountry's eries. No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder eliffs, a grisly band,... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - Poetics - 1827 - 446 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... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 560 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... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1830 - 480 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,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, American - 1830
...screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad be preferred to the history of liobin Hood, or the Seven amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder chifs, a grisly hand,... | |
 | Thomas F. Walker - English poetry - 1830 - 240 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... | |
 | Ballads, English - 1834
...cloud-topped head, 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,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1837 - 28 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,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - English literature - 1837
...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. (1) ["One of the greatest poets... | |
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