...Mountains, ye mourn in vain ! Modred, whose magic song Made huge Plinlimmon bow his cloud-topped head, 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...

...elegantly, though copied from Dryden, " Far as the SOLAR WALK, or milky way." Gray has in his " Bard," " Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart." Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare, of the latter image ; but it is curious to observe...

...Dryden, ' Far as the solar walk, or milky way.* Gray has in his ' Bard* ' Dear na the liirht that visit-* these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.* Gray himself points out the imitation in Shakspeare, of the latter image ; but it is curious to observe...

...ravens sail, The famished eaglet screams and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Deart as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the...Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No more 1 weep. They do not sleep: On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit ; they linger yet, Avengers...

...went on with the poem, he came to a passage where his historical notes gave him no assistance. — " ' No 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...

...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...country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. (l) ["One of the greatest poets of this century, the late and much lamented Mr. Gray of Cambridge,...

...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...

...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...

...murdered. " 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...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...

...imagination as actually before his eyes and present to his senses ; as, " On yonder cliffs a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land." — Gray. VIII. Apostrophe is a turning from the regular course of the subject into an animated address...