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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... "
A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands - Page 392
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The Universal Songster, Or, Museum of Mirth: Forming the Most Complete ...

Ballads, English - 1834 - 480 pages
...cloud-topped head, 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,...
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The Miscellaneous Works of Oliver Goldsmith, M. B.: Including a ..., Volume 4

Oliver Goldsmith - English literature - 1837 - 534 pages
...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. (1) ["One of the greatest poets...
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The Bard

Thomas Gray - English poetry - 1837 - 84 pages
...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 grisly band,...
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The Poetical Works of Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 pages
...that eagles used annuDear 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 criesNo more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band,...
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1844 - 108 pages
...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 grisly...
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The Poetical Works of Collins, Gray, and Beattie: With a Memoir of Each

William Collins - English poetry - 1844 - 324 pages
...screams, and passes hy. 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 grtesly...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volume 2

Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...screams, and (lasses by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad remainder tallies not, An instant and a dreadful death ab amidst your dying country's cries— No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly...
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Cyclopædia of English literature, Volume 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad $ amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly...
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The general reciter; a unique selection of the most admired and popular ...

General reciter - 1845 - 348 pages
...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 : — they...
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Poetry for Home and School ...

1846 - 436 pages
...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 grisly...
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