 | Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths - 1757 - 636 pągines
...thefe fad eyes, No more I weep. They do not fleep. Yc died amidft your dying country's cries—— On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, I fee them fit,...harmony they join, ' And weave with bloody hands the ciflue of thy line. II. 1. *' Give ample room, and verge enough, " The characters of hell to trace."—... | |
 | Collection - 1765 - 418 pągines
...warm my heart, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — * No more I weep. They do not fleep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, * I fee them fit,...harmony they join, ' And weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line. II. r; M^ „ " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 412 pągines
...warm my heart, * Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — * No more I weep. They do not fleep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, * I fee them fit,...harmony they join, * And weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line. II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's race,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 pągines
...• Shake/. Jul. Cotfaf. " No more I weep. They do not fleep, " On yonder cliffs, a grifly band, MI fee them fit, they linger yet, " Avengers of their...harmony * they join, " And * weave with bloody hands the tiSue of thy line." II. i. *' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's race.... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 140 pągines
...warm my heart, * Ye died amidft yontr dyiag coantry's cries — ' No more I weep. They do not deep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, * I fee them fit,...their native land : ' With me in dreadful harmony q they join, * And ' weave with bloody hands the tifTue of thy line.' t As dear to me as are the ruddy... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1770 - 134 pągines
...warm my heart, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries— c No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit,...land : ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And i weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line.* ' As dear to me as are the ruddy drops, That viiit... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1770 - 136 pągines
...my heart, * Ye died am id ft your dying country's cries — * No more I weep. They do not flecp. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, { I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land : 1 With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And i weave with bloody hands the tiiTue of thy line.'... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1775 - 168 pągines
...dying country's cries— 4 No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a grifly band, 1/fF ' I fee them fit : they linger yet, * Avengers of their...With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And weave f with bloody hands the tiffue of thy line.1 • As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That vifit my... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 456 pągines
...amidft your dying.country's cries — • No more I weep. They do not fteep. • On yondeb'clirFs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native landi ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And f weave with bloody hands the tifiueof thy line."'... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 390 pągines
...my hearj, ' Ye died amidft your dying country's cries — ' No. more I weep. They do not fteep.. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger. yetT ' Avengers of their native land i ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, ' And f weave with... | |
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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... 
