...amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their...weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge...

...amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. . On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : Wjth me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. 1....

...its nest in the Peak of Derbyshire. — See Willoughby's Omithol. published by Ray. I see them Nit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : ,...weave' with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' IL K ,. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room,...

...your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge...

...screams and passes by. " Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, On yonder cliffs, a grissly band, I see them sit: they linger yet, Avengers of their...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding sheet of Edward's race: " Give ample space and...

...amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line." ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD. THE curfew tolk the knell of parting day, The lowing herds...

...amidst your dying country's criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder chifs, a grisly hand, whether right or wrong, it is no great matter; and so the repulí lion of wit or great learning ;oln, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. * Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The...

...amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep, they do not sleep, On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their...weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line. THE NEW FLY VAN. • Air — tf Sfy Lodging is on the cold Ground." (R. Hance.) BELIEVE me, if all...

...gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder clifls, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their...weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line.' " Godfrey could not make any sense of this passage ; he did not know who wept — who slept — who...

...amidst your dying country's cries No more 1 weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their...land ; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weaveS with bloody hands the tissue of thy line." II. 1. ' Weave the warp and weave the woof, The winding-sheet...