 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1862 - 220 sidor
...thou canst not realize the Ideal, thou shalt at least idealize the Eeal. TRANSLATIONS. LTCIDAS. "VET 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... | |
 | 1863 - 982 sidor
...gain A power, must it maintain. A. Marvel! LXVI LYC1DAS Elegy on a Friend drowned in the Irish Channel 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1863 - 788 sidor
...Irish tea>, 1037: and by occaiion foretells the ruin of ota- corrupted clergy, then in their liighth, 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1864 - 584 sidor
...seas, 1637 ; and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy, then in their height. YKT 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 ringers rude, Shatter your leaves... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1865 - 216 sidor
...thou canst not realize the Ideal, thou shalt at least idealize the Real. TRANSLATIONS. LTCIDAS. VET 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... | |
 | John Milton, Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1865 - 708 sidor
...unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637 ; and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their highth. YET once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh... | |
 | Charles Stuart Calverley - 1866 - 320 sidor
...Joy too, ye waters of the Golden Mere ! And ring out, all ye laughter-peals of home ! 186 LYCIDAS. 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... | |
 | 1866 - 376 sidor
...Irish seas, 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 forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 sidor
...sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me. W. Shakespeare. CCLVIII. LYCIDAS. (A MONODY.) ET 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... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 sidor
...sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned, but with herbs and flowers ? 3ol)n fttilton. LYCIDAS. "\7"ET 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... | |
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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. 
