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" Far, far aloof th' 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... "
Letters from Ireland, MDCCCXXXVII. - الصفحة 10
بواسطة Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - عدد الصفحات: 436
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Cyclopædia of English literature, المجلد 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...affrighted ravens sail ; The famished eagle2 screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,...

Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., المجلد 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...ravens sail ; The famished eagle2 screams, and (lasses by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, t of thy narration ; With which, if the remainder tallies not, An instant and a dreadful Ye died amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a...

The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of Each

William Collins - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...ravens sail ; The famish'U eagle t 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 cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly...

English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1844
...affrighted ravens sail : The famished 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 cries — No more I weep ! They do not sleep ! On yonder cliffs,...

The general reciter; a unique selection of the most admired and popular ...

General reciter - 1845
...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 cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep ; I see them sit :...

Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J ...

Joseph Payne - 1845
...affrighted ravens sail ; The famished 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 drops4 that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries. — No more I weep. They do not...

Poetry for Home and School ...

Anna Cabot Lowell - 1846
...affrighted ravens sail ; The famished 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 cries ! — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,...

The gift book of English poetry

English poetry - 1848
...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 cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,...

The history of England [by J.A. Hessey].

James Augustus Hessey - 1849
...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 cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,...

The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. Cunningham

A. Cunningham - 1850
...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 cries — :— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs,...




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