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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 illustrated public school speaker and reader based on grammatical ...

Alexander Kennedy Isbister - Oratory - 1870 - 382 pages
...companions of my tuneful art, Smeared with gore, and ghastly pale : 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 Campbell, Goldsmith, and Gray: With Memoirs of the Authors

Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1870 - 445 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 grizzly...
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Favourite English poems and poets

English poems - 1870 - 672 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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Gray's odes, with notes, and a scheme of grammatical analysis by W.S. Ross

Thomas Gray - 1870 - 64 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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The Household Book of Poetry

Charles Anderson Dana - American poetry - 1882 - 862 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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With the Poets: A Selection of English Poetry

Frederic William Farrar - English poetry - 1883 - 290 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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With the poets: a selection of English poetry. [Ed.] by F.W. Farrar

Frederic William Farrar - English poetry - 1883 - 412 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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Chaucer to Burns

William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1883
...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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Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volume 5

English wit and humor - 1888
...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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Poetical Works

Thomas Gray - 1854 - 124 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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