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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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Select Readings from the Poets and Prose Writers of Every Country

James Fleming (ed) - 1866
...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 poetical works of Thomas Gray (ed. by J. Moultrie). Eton ed

Thomas Gray - 1866
...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 cliff, a grisly...
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Half Hours of English History: From the Roman Period to the Death of Elizabeth

Charles Knight - Great Britain - 1866 - 687 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 erica — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grissly...
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The advanced lesson book, by E.T. Stevens and C. Hole

Edward Thomas Stevens - 1866
...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 gnsly band,...
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The Standard poetry book, selected from the best authors

Standard poetry book - 1866 - 274 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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Spring-time with the poets, poetry selected and arranged by F. Martin

Frances Martin - English poetry - 1866
...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 griesly3...
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A manual of English prosody

Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869
...to the senses : — 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, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1869
...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 amid your dying country's cries — No more I weep ! They do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs, a grisly...
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Miscellanies, Chiefly Addresses, Academical and Historical, Volume 1

Francis William Newman - Carthage (Extinct city) - 1869 - 356 pages
...long e sound in dear. 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 amid your dying country's cries. Tender feeling is generally in a tenor voice ; when it deepens into...
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The British Controversialist and Literary Magazine

Great Britain - 1869
...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 cliff, a grisly band,...
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