 | William Collins - 1844 - 308 páginas
...your dying country's erica No more I weep. They do not sleep. fc On yonder cliffs, a griesly hand, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful hurmony they join, And{ weave with hloody hands the tissue of thy line.' • The *I,'T.- of Caernarionahtre... | |
 | General reciter - 1845
...that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep ; I see them sit : — they linger yet, Avengers of...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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845
...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...join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.5 1 High-born Hoel, Sfc Hoel, one of the famous bards of Wales, was the son of Owen Gwynedd, prince... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...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 ! " " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1847 - 142 páginas
...your dying country's cries— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliti's, 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... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1847
...went on with the poem, he came •oa passage, where his historical notes gave lim no assistance. — 1 see them sit; they linger yet, Avengers of their native...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 the... | |
 | Percy Society - 1847
...Then shall arise the patriot band, Avengers of their native land. " (In youder clift's, a grisly band, I see them sit — they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray's Bun/. " By Wexford's bridge, begriin'd with blood, The scene of many a murderous day, "While... | |
 | Percy Society - 1847 - 189 páginas
...Then shall arise the patriot band, Avengers of their native land. " ( )n yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit— they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Cray's Bunl. " By Wexford's bridge, begrim'd with blood, The scene of many a murderous day, While... | |
 | English poetry - 1848
...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. ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room and verge... | |
 | James Augustus Hessey - 1849
...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. 7 Cambria, Wales. So called from the Cymry or Cimmerii, its oldest inhabitants. 8 Gilbert de Clare,... | |
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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, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land ; With me in dreadful harmony... 
