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 first (-sixth) part of Miscellany poems, publ. by Mr. Dryden - 160 ページ
Miscellany poems 著 - 1716