...Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amid your dying country's cries. — No more I weep. They...weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line. ii. 1. " ' Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding sheet of Edward's race : Give ample room,...

...country's cries — No more I weep. They do but fleep, On yonder cliffs, a grifly band, I fee them fit. They linger yet, Avengers of their Native Land : With...harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tiflue of thy line. 49. FLORA NOW CALLETH FORTH. 7. Stafford Smith. FLORA now calleth forth each flower,...

...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...more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful...

...the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst jour dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do...join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.2 1 The shores of Caernarvonshire opposite to the isle of Anglesey. 2 Camden and others observe,...

...been as dull as his adversary's. The Spirits of the murdered bards assist in weaving the deadly woof: "With me in dreadful harmony they join "And weave, with bloody hands, the tissue of thy line." The connoisseurs and artists who have made objections to Mr. B.'s mode of representing spirits with...

...just as dull as his adversary's. The Spirits of the murdered bards assist in weaving the deadly wopf : With me in dreadful harmony they join And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line. The connoisseurs and artists who have made objections to Mr. B's mode of representing spirits with...

...threaten some danger, against which all his cunning and experience might prove of no avail. Chapter VII "They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit." Gray, "The Bard," Ij [Epode I.] 11. 43-45T WOULD BE NEGLECTING a warning that is given for our good,...

...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...'And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.' (PTG 186-89) Together, the bard and his spectral companions begin to prophesize the fate of the Royal...

...yourdying 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...And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line [39ff.]). Vgl. auch Vergil, Aeneis VI 305-8 (Dorthin stürzt mit Haufen der Schwarm, ans Ufer ergossen,/...

...— • No more I weep. They do not fleep. ' ' On yonder cliffs, a grielly band, ' I fee them fit, they linger yet, ' Avengers of their native land:...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...