 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1854 - 766 pages
...ghastly pale : Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; The famished eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the...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... | |
 | Francis Cotterell Hodgson - England - 1913 - 464 pages
...bloom is shed : Or like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever ; or Gray's Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the...sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart ; or Scott's When musing on companions gone We doubly feel ourselves alone ; or Coleridge's Constancy... | |
 | Richard Green Moulton - Literature - 1915 - 536 pages
...sonnets) The dramatic execration of the Bard continues at length until a sudden change takes place. 'Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as...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... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 854 pages
...passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 40 9 / grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, 45 Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 852 pages
...ghastly pale: 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, 40 Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my hr-art. Ye died amidst your dying country'; cries— No more... | |
 | Henry Spackman Pancoast - English literature - 1915 - 852 pages
...ghastly pale: Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; The famish'd Eagle screams, and развез by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art. Dear, as the light that visits these s¿j eyes, «о Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. Ye died amidst your dying country« criesNo... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - England - 1916 - 1604 pages
...ghastly pale; Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail; The famish 'd eagle screams, and passes by. despise the earth where cares abound f Or, while...aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon 45 I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1916 - 416 pages
...ghastly pale : 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...— No more I weep ; They do not sleep ; On yonder cliff's, a griesly band, I see them sit ; They linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - English literature - 1916 - 944 pages
...passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes, 40 Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died...cliffs, a griesly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, 45 Avengers of their native land: With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands... | |
 | Frank Jenners Wilstach - Quotations, English - 1916 - 540 pages
...as the apple to thine eye. — TIMOTHY DWIGHT. As dear to me as my own right hand. — WS GILBERT. Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes ; Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. ' — GRAY. Dear as his eyeball. — THOMAS HEYWOOD. Dear as these mine eyes. — MARLOWE. Dear as... | |
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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... 
