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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. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels... "
The Poetical Works of John Milton: Paradise regained. Samson Agonistes ... - 188 ページ
John Milton 著 - 1874
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The British Poets, 第 3 巻

1866 - 376 ページ
...Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing...to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas! and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He...

A household book of English poetry, selected with notes by R.C. Trench

Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 ページ
...berries harsh and crude; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year : 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels...to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew...

The public school speaker and reader, ed. by J.E. Carpenter

Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 ページ
...not in accordance with the plan of this work to di).ate. He died 1674.") YET once more, 0 ye lame,?,, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,...to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : WV> would not sing for Lycidas ? he...

Home Pictures of English Poets, for Fireside and Schoolroom

Kate Sanborn - 1869 - 306 ページ
...more, O ye laurels ! and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your bcrrios harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter...to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime — Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ?...

Milton, Poet of Exile

Louis Lohr Martz - 1986 - 388 ページ
...Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear, I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing...occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due . . . [1-7] Thus in faltering form the prologue speaks of the disruption of the order of seasonal growth,...

George Steiner: A Reader

George Steiner - 1984 - 448 ページ
...Though complex in its causes and consequences, this dimming of recognitions is easy to demonstrate: Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles...me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew...

James: The Man and His Message

James B. Adamson - 1989 - 582 ページ
...might expect, more adjectives in James than in the two Pauline letters together. TABLES MILTON, LYCIDAS Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, ye myrtles...me to disturb your season due. For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? He knew,...

The Columbia Granger's Dictionary of Poetry Quotations

Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 ページ
...Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd n dead ere his prime 26 Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's...

Miscellaneous Poems ; Paradise Regain'd ; & Samson Agonistes

John Milton - 1926 - 360 ページ
...Myrtles brown, with Ivy never^sear, I com to pluck your Berries oars]) and crude, And with f ore dfngers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year....Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to dislurb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime Young Lycidas, and bath not left his...

The Columbia Anthology of British Poetry

Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 ページ
...Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude. And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing...me to disturb your season due: For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer: Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew...




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