...song. Fanning their joyous leaves to thy sofi lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear, Where were ye, Nymphs,when the remorseless...

...song. Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear, Where were ye, Nymphs,when the remorseless...

...song. Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear, Where were ye, Nymphs.when the remorseless...

...seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless...

...seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear, Where were ye, Nymphs,when the remorseless...

...and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be teen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lay«. w ] C % T ' lov'd Lycidas ! For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids,...

...and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. remorselen deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidasf For neither were ye playing on the steep,...

...seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers,...the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear," &c. "In tins poem," says Johnson, " there is no nature, for there is no truth." This...

...joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or tain-worm to the weanling-herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe...white-thorn blows, — Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. But weep not, woful shepherds, weep no more For Lycidas, your sorrow is not dead, Sunk...

...joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or tain-worm to the weanling-herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe...white-thorn blows, — Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. But weep not, woful shepherds, weep no more For Lycidas, your sorrow is not dead, Sunk...