 | Benjamin Davis Winslow - Episcopal Church - 1841 - 410 pages
...ivy nevar sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Scatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint,...he knew Himself to sing and build the lofty rhyme. * * * * * we were nurst upon the self-same bill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade and rill. Together... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1841 - 840 pages
...ivy never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude: And, with forc'd fingers rude, Shatlcr far diffus'd his train, Cas'd in green scales, the...his head. Glanc'd from his side, The darted Bleel 10 He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 826 pages
...strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. LYCIDAS. YET once more, 0 How hless'd, how envied, were our life. Could we...'scape the poulterer's knife ; But man, curs'd man, 10 He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 pages
...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...knew, Himself, to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1844 - 692 pages
...live. [From Lycidaj.] Yet once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, Î He knew Himself to sing, ami build the lofty rhyme. lie must not float upon his watery bier Unwept,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 372 pages
...Buckinghamshire. Yet once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never seer, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And...he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pages
...Buckinghamshire. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never seer, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And...he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never seer, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing...he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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....he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 292 pages
...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...he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of... | |
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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... 
