 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...  Curiosities of Literature - Strana 460autor/autoři: Isaac Disraeli - 1807Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Thomas F. Walker - 1830 - 256 str.
...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,... | |
 | Isaac Disraeli - 1834 - 394 str.
...WALK." Pope has expressed the image more elegantly, though copied from Dryden, " Far as the SOLAR WALK, or milky way." Gray has in his " Bard," " Dear as...the latter image ; but it is curious to observe that Otway, in his " Venice Preserved," makes Priuli most pathetically exclaim to his daughter, that she... | |
 | 1834 - 480 str.
...magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his 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... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1837 - 534 str.
...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. (1) ["One of the greatest... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1837 - 84 str.
...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, a... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 462 str.
...Ireland has become the grave of that ' dear lost companion,' who, from earliest babyhood was to me, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.' and you know that a pilgrimage of sorrowing affection to that spot had been for years the object of... | |
 | Charlotte Elizabeth - 1838 - 452 str.
...Ireland has become the grave of that ' dear lost companion,' who, from earliest babyhood was to me, ' Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.' and you know that a pilgrimage of sorrowing affection to that spot had been for years the object of... | |
 | Margaret Richardson - 1839 - 236 str.
...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'd my heart, Ye died amidst your dying Country's cries. No more I weep ; they do not sleep. On... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 292 str.
...passes ln/~\ Camden and others observe, 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 str.
...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... | |
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