 | Joseph Guy - 1852 - 458 pages
...Ye died 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...line. II. " 'Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room and verge enough The characters of Hell to trace.... | |
 | George Frederick Graham - English literature - 1852 - 570 pages
...amid 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...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... | |
 | Concordia society - Glees, catches, rounds, etc - 1852 - 108 pages
...country's cries — No more I weep. They do but fleep, On yonder cliffs, a grifly band, I fee them fit. They linger yet, Avengers of their Native Land : With...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line. 49. FLORA NOW CALLETH FORTH. 7. Stafford Smith. FLORA now calleth forth each flower,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - English poetry - 1853 - 838 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder clifl's, a grissly band, ^ I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - Elegiac poetry, English - 1853 - 200 pages
...amidst jour 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...join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.2 1 The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. 2 Camden and others observe,... | |
 | William Blake - Literary Collections - 1966 - 964 pages
...been as dull as his adversary's. The Spirits of the murdered bards assist in weaving the deadly woof: "With me in dreadful harmony they join "And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line." The connoisseurs and artists who have made objections to Mr. B.'s mode of representing spirits with... | |
 | William Blake - 1893 - 456 pages
...just as dull as his adversary's. The Spirits of the murdered bards assist in weaving the deadly wopf : With me in dreadful harmony they join And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. The connoisseurs and artists who have made objections to Mr. B's mode of representing spirits with... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 1172 pages
...stood; (1. 1-4) 4 Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head. (1. 5-6) 5 (1. 1—2) 6 Fierce war and faithful love. And truth severe, by fairy fiction dressed. (I. 2—3) EnRP;... | |
 | Robert L. Mack - Biography & Autobiography - 2000 - 768 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...'And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' (PTG 186-89) Together, the bard and his spectral companions begin to prophesize the fate of the Royal... | |
 | Dionysios Solōmos, Hans-Christian Günther - 2000 - 312 pages
...yourdying country's cries -/No more l weep. They do not sleep./ On yonder cliffs, a gries1y band,/ 1 see them sit, they linger yet,/ Avengers of their...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line [39ff.]). Vgl. auch Vergil, Aeneis VI 305-8 (Dorthin stürzt mit Haufen der Schwarm, ans Ufer ergossen,/... | |
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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... 
