 | Collection - 1758 - 354 psl.
...cries ~^— ' No more I weep. They do not fleqj. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, < I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land :...harmony they join, ' And weave with bloody hands the tiffue of thy line. II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, . . " The winding-meet of Edward's... | |
 | Collection - 1765 - 418 psl.
...cries — * No more I weep. They do not fleep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly 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. II. r; M^ „ " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 412 psl.
...cries — * No more I weep. They do not fleep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly 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. II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's race,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 psl.
...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 native land :...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 psl.
...cries — ' No more I weep. They do not deep. * On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, * I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of 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 - 1768 - 142 psl.
...cries— * No more I weep. They do not fleep. f On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, * Avengers of their native land: * With me in dreadful harmony J they join, * And J weave with bloody hands the tiffue of || As dear to me as are the ruddy drops,... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1770 - 134 psl.
...cries— c No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native 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 - 1775 - 168 psl.
...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 native land :...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... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 psl.
...Cafur. No ' No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' On yonder cliffs, a griefly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land :...harmony they join, ' And weave * with bloody hands the tiffue of thy line.' II. i. " Weave the warp, and weave the woof, " The winding-fheet of Edward's race.... | |
 | 1782 - 516 psl.
...has built it's neft in the Peak of Derbyfliire. See WILLOVGRIY'I O»HITHOI.OGY, published by RAY. ' With me in dreadful 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... | |
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Far, far aloof the affrighted ravens sail; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's... 
