 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1919 - 106 pages
...more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly 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 the tissue of thy line. n. 1. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters of hell to trace. Mark the... | |
 | John Rylands Library - Libraries - 1920 - 590 pages
...them arise : — 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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line, — just the grim Norse notion of the " red woof " of slaughter woven by the terrible... | |
 | Edward Douglas Snyder - Comparative literature - 1923 - 240 pages
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.': II. I 'Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race.... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - English poetry - 1926 - 744 pages
...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 :...harmony they join, ' And 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.... | |
 | William Blake - 1926 - 398 pages
...just 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... | |
 | Thomas Gray, Samuel Johnson, Oliver Goldsmith - English literature - 1926 - 206 pages
...— • ' 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 f they join, ' And § weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' II. i. " Weave the warp, and... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - English literature - 1927 - 1432 pages
...more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly 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 the tissue of thy line. n. 1 'Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. 50... | |
 | Richard Green Moulton - Literature - 1915 - 550 pages
...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...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' The poem has enlarged the dramatic scene it presents: besides the single Bard... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
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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... 
