 | James Fleming - 1863 - 404 páginas
...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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. Weave... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - 554 páginas
...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 they join And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. n. ' Weave... | |
 | 1865 - 708 páginas
...amidst your dying country's criea — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grissly 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 their lir.e. " Weave... | |
 | James Fleming - 1866 - 382 páginas
...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 they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. Weave... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1866 - 704 páginas
...amidst your dying country's erica — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grissly 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 their line. " Weave... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1866 - 298 páginas
...amidst your dying country's cries. — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliff, 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." ii. i.... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 páginas
...amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep, On yonder cliffs, a griesly3 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. ' Weave... | |
 | Edward Thomas Stevens - 1866 - 434 páginas
...died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a gnsly 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. ' Weave... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1866 - 150 páginas
...that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. 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. II. l.... | |
 | 1869 - 974 páginas
...died amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliff, 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 my line. II. 1.... | |
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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 cries — No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see... 
