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" YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. "
Licida, di Giovanni Milton: Mondodia per la morte del naufragato Eduardo King - الصفحة 43
بواسطة John Milton - 1812 - عدد الصفحات: 55
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 807
...prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. LYCIDAS. YET ! Here he sees Revolving never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude: And, with forc'd fingers rude, Shatlcr your...

Punch, المجلد 105

Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - 1893
...Ye myrtle* brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your betriei hanh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and tad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For LYCIDAS a down, down ere bis prime. "...

The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical ..., المجلد 2

John Milton - 1843
...Syrinx your Pan's mistress were, Yet Syrinx well might wait on her. Such a rural queen MINOR POEMS. ET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles...to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion...

Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 807
...prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. LYCIDAS. YET @ ~ J H g | ! a 44 \'z ] l "+- ?% KF~ never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude : And, with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your...

The Living Age ..., المجلد 26

1850
...alacrity than even she had been known to do upon many a worthier subject. CHAPTER VIII. Yet once more, oh, ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with...come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion...

Passages from the Diary of a Late Physician, المجلد 2

Samuel Warren - 1844 - عدد الصفحات: 449
...Sir, yours obediently, A RUINED GAMESTER. — Prison, Oct. 17. CHAPTER V. THE MERCHANT'S CLERK. "Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, 1 come to pluck your berries harsh and crude; And , with forced fingers rude , Shatter your leaves...

Passages from the Diary of a Late Physician, المجلد 2

Samuel Warren - 1844
...strong : thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!" CHAPTER XXVII. THE MERCHANT'S CLERK. " Yet once more ! O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never eere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves...

Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J ...

Joseph Payne - 1845
...note 4, p. 32. 6 Bright-harnessed — equipped in bright armour. LYCID AS.1 ABRIDGED. YET once more,2 O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with...come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion...

The History of Ireland: From the Earliest Period to the Year 1245 ..., المجلد 1

John D'Alton - 1845
...friendship, the immortal bard thus touchingly laments his friend: " Yet once more, oh ye laurels I and once more, Ye myrtles brown with ivy never sere...come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - عدد الصفحات: 255
...written, like the preceding ones, at Horton, in Buckinghamshire. Yet once more, 0 ye laurels, and (face more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year Bitter constraint, and sad occasion...




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