...FELLOW OF CHRIST'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. DROWNED IN HIS PASSAGE FROM CHESTER ON THE IRISH SEAS, 1G37. 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...

...unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! XVII— LYOIDAS. A MONODY. f MILTON. j YET once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more ' Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, i I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves...

...Ireland in 1637, and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height) 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...

...Irish seas, 1637, and by occasion foretels the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height. ] 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...

...leas, 1637: and by occasion furetdlt the ruin of our corrupted dtrgy, then in their highth. Yet onco more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown) with ivy nover sere,' i—' ,. . w —•/ • And. witH forced fillers rude,' , I come to pluck your berries...

...1637, and by oecasi-m fun-Mis tin- ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height. YET once more, 0 e strong temptations try, And, sinee 'tis hard to eombat, 1 come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, Î ТГ And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves...

...our corrupted clergy, then in their highth. corrupted clergy, tnen in tneir nigrun. Yet once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere. 1 ThU poem wu made upon the unfortunate and untimely death of Mr. Edward Klnjr, ton of Sii John King,...

...not need the jar of such doggerel to enhance the charm of the familiar music that Tet once more, О 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 yonr leaves before...

...supposed to have been written, like the preceding ones, at Hor ton, in Buckinghamshire. Yet once more, 0 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...

...Milton, and form one great charm of his poetry. Thus, in "Lycidas" he begins: — " Yet once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and rude." And again : — " 0 fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured...