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...rude, Scatter your leaves before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compel me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead,...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 some melodious...

...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...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 some melodious...

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...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...

...MINOR POEMS. 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...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 some melodious...

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...CLERK. " Yet once more ! O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never eere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with...For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime — Young Lycidasl"* LOOK, reader, once more with the eye and heart of sympathy, at a melancholy page in the...