...your dying country's cries — • No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' ' On yonder cliffs, a grielly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers...me in dreadful harmony they join, • • And weave w ith bloody hands the tifTuc of ' thy line.' II. I. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet...

...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.' (PTG 186-89) Together, the bard and his spectral companions begin to prophesize...

...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 native land:/...harmony they join,/ And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line [39ff.]). Vgl. auch Vergil, Aeneis VI 305-8 (Dorthin stürzt mit Haufen der Schwarm,...

...survive as ghosts and to predict the king's ruin: On yonder cliffs, a grisly 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. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. . . . Now,...

...Gray's poem "The Bard." The two lines that follow and finish the stanza echo the themes of the novel: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. Chapter IX 1. "Be gay securely . . . thy clear brow": From Thomas Gray's incomplete...