 | Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869 - 88 pages
...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. Gray. The soul is set. — Now welcome, thou dread power ! Nameless yet thus omnipotent, which here... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1870 - 72 pages
...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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. i.... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1870 - 456 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries ! No more I weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grizzly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, Andt weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 pages
...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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave... | |
 | Alexander Kennedy Isbister - 1870 - 420 pages
...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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. The winding-sheet... | |
 | David Hoekzema - 1893 - 368 pages
...amidst 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 native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. "Weave... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1894 - 400 pages
...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 they join, ' And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' II.... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1895 - 656 pages
...amidst 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 native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. II. i.... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Frank Weitenkampf, John Porter Lamberton - 1895 - 466 pages
...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 they join, And wave with bloody hands the tissue of their line. "Weave... | |
 | Oswald Crawfurd - 1896 - 494 pages
...amidst 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 native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. " Weave... | |
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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, I see... 
