 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 страница
...' Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : ' Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; ' The famish'd Eagle* screams, and passes by. ' Dear lost companions...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... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 страница
...Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : ' Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail : ' The famish'd hro' his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's...burst. Old Cotta sham'd h'rs fortune and his birth, Ye mart, ' Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — ' No more 1 weep. They do not sleep. • On yonder... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страница
...lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale ; Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail. The famish'd eagle screams and passes by. Dear lost companions...the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the rnddy drops that warm my heart, Ye dy'd amidst your dying country's crie No more I weep. They do not... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 622 страница
...lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail : The famish'd eagle "> screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions...heart ", Ye died amidst your dying country's cries-- far east as the river Conway. R. Hygden, speaking of the castle of Conway, built by king Edward the... | |
 | Richard Clark - 1814 - 530 страница
...hush'd the stormy main : ' Brave Urien sleeps upon his craggy bed : ' Mountains, ye mourn in vain : ' Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, ' Dear as...more I weep. They do not sleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a grizly band, ' I see them sit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land : < With me, in dreadful... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth, Maria Edgeworth - 1816 - 262 страница
...they lie, Smear'd with gore and ghastly pale, Far, far aloof th' affrighted raven sails ; The famUhed eagle screams and passes by. Dear lost companions...heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries." Cadwallo the bard, whose " magic song could lay the storm is now silent, in poetic language his tongue... | |
 | Thomas Gray, John Mitford - 1816 - 446 страница
...as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart." Shakspeare's Jul. Caesar, act ii. sc. 2. GRAY. H 2 Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, 45 Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands... | |
 | Thomas Gray, William Mason - 1820 - 548 страница
...lie, Smear'd with gore, and ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd ' eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions...my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — * The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. • Cambden and others observe,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1821 - 358 страница
...Caernarvonshire opposite to the Isle of Anglcsea. l-'ar, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail : The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions...my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — t No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffsy a griesly band, 1 I see them sit, they linger... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1821 - 196 страница
...even has built its nest in the peak of Derbyshire. (See Willoughby's Ornithology, published byBay.) Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...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... | |
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Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail; The famished 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... 
