 Far, far aloof the 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...  A manual of English prosody - Page 49by Robert Frederick Brewer - 1869Full view - About this book
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1835 - 342 pages
...on with the poem, he came to a passage, where his historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs,...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.' "... | |
 | Isaac Disraeli, Jsaac D'Jsraeli - 1835 - 524 pages
...Dryden, ' Far as the solar walk, or milky way.* Gray has in his ' Bard* ' Dear na the liirht that visit-* these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.* Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare, of the latter image ; but it is curious to observe... | |
 | 1836 - 558 pages
...ravens sail, The famished eaglet screams and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Deart as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the...Ye died 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... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1836 - 394 pages
...went on with the poem, he came to a passage where his historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No more I weep. They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs,...; 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.' " Godfrey... | |
 | Maria Edgeworth - 1836 - 382 pages
...historical notes 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 native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line.' " Godfrey... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Sir James Prior - 1837 - 538 pages
...ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the...country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. (l) ["One of the greatest poets of this century, the late and much lamented Mr. Gray of Cambridge,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 534 pages
...own numbers any thing that deserved approbation, he had learned it all from Dryden." — BEATTIE.] 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. 1.... | |
 | Robert Plumer Ward - 1838 - 660 pages
...Cadwallo, Urien, and Modred, " Whose magic song, " Made huge Plenlimmon bow his cloud top't head." " These do not sleep, " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, "...they linger yet, " Avengers of their native land. " With me in dreadful harmony they join, " And weave with bloody bands the tissue of thy line." To... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 452 pages
...Ireland has become the grave of that ' dear lost companion,' who, from earliest babyhood was to me, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.' and you know that a pilgrimage of sorrowing affection to that spot had been for years the object of... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 462 pages
...Ireland has become the grave of that ' dear lost companion,' who, from earliest babyhood was to me, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.' and you know that a pilgrimage of sorrowing affection to that spot had been for years the object of... | |
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