 | C. F. Childs - Education - 1867 - 262 pages
...seasons. Through the death of the body, we see Him who gives everlasting life to the spirit. APPENDIX. " 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 Scatter your leaves... | |
 | English poetry - 1867 - 556 pages
...1637, and by occasion foreteUa the ruin of our ~jm rupted clergy, then in their height. YET once inore, 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... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...past, we wake eternally ; And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. John Donne. cxxv 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... | |
 | Kate Sanborn - English poetry - 1869 - 306 pages
...his way to Ireland. It was for him that " Lycidas," that beautiful pastoral elegy, was written : " Yet once 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 your leaves... | |
 | Great Britain - 1869 - 974 pages
...poem is partly derived from Italian models. — " The Golden Treasury," by FT Palgrave, p. 312.] TBT once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never aere, I come, to pluck your berries harsh and crude; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves... | |
 | 1869 - 974 pages
...partly derived from Italian models. — " T\e Goldtn Tnanuy," by FT Palgrave, p. 312.] TBT once mare, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never tere, I come, to pluck your berries hank and crude; And, withybrcerf fingers rude, Shatter your leaves... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench - English poetry - 1870 - 466 pages
...death of childhood, age of youth; Die once to God, and then thou diest no more. Anon. CXXIX 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1870 - 436 pages
...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... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 pages
...half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights, if thou canst give, Mirth, with thee I mean to live. LYCIDAS. .V7ET 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... | |
 | Asahel Clark Kendrick - English poetry - 1871 - 484 pages
...never gives ; But though the whole would turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. GEORGE HERBERT. 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... | |
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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. 
