 | Thomas Sheridan - Elocution - 1796 - 292 pages
...affecting manner. " No more I weep. They do not fleep. " On yonder cliffs, a grifly band, " I fee them fit: they linger yet, " Avengers of their native land :...harmony they join, " And weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " .The winding-fheet of Edward's race : "... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - English poetry - 1796 - 574 pages
...weep. They do not llctp. ' On yonder clifi», a griily band, ' I fee them fit : they linger yet, 1 Avengers of their native land : ' With me in dreadful harmony they join, [line.1 ' And weave with bloody hands the tiiluc of thy II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1797 - 188 pages
...tiflue II, Iof thy line. " Weave the warp and weave the woof, " The winding fheet of Edward's race; 50 " Give ample room and verge enough " The characters of hell to trace. " Mark the year and mark thenighr '' When Severn fhnll reecho with affright " The fhi'ieks of death thgro' Berkley's roofs that... | |
 | Thomas Gray - Elegiac poetry, English - 1798 - 130 pages
...weep. They do not fteep : ' On yonder cliffs, a griily band, ' I fee them fit ; they linger yet, 45 ' Avengers of their native land ; ' With me in dreadful...harmony they join, ' And weave * with bloody hands the tiftue of thy line.' II. i. " Weave the warp and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's race... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1799 - 270 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [4], They do not sleep. " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, " I see them sit, they linger yet, " Avengers of their native land : (o) The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1800 - 512 pages
...the tiffue »t thy line. II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, ' The windingrfheet of Howard's race. " Give ample room, and verge enough " The characters of hell to trace. " Mark the year, and mirk the night, II t When Severn fhall re-echo with affright " The (bricks of death, through Berkley's... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1800 - 302 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [14]. They do not sleep. " On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, " I see them sit, they linger yet, " Avengers of their native land: (o) The famish*d eagle screams, and passes by, Camden and others observe, that eagles used annually... | |
 | Great Britain - 1803 - 390 pages
...Oa Alexandria's shore. Yet cease to weep : they do not sleep — Through the bright sky, a heavenly band I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land. But NELSO.N still is mine, Who shook the Libyan coast; A thousand heroes guide my navy's line, The... | |
 | Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1804 - 224 pages
...amidst your dying country's cries " No more I weep [14]. 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 g." Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life, Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee.... | |
 | France - 1904 - 518 pages
...On Alexandria's shoie. Yet cease to weep : they do not sleep — Through ihe bright sky, a heavenly band I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land. But NELSON still is mine, Who shook the Libyan coast ; A thousand heroes guide my navy's line, The... | |
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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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. 
