![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=BzAJAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Milton - 1707 - 480 страници
...Seas, 1637. And by eccajion foretells the ruin of our corruftedClergie^ then in their height. YE T once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fear, J come to pluck your Berries harfli and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=H7QDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Miscellany poems - 1716 - 426 страници
...ye Lauiels, and once more Te Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-fear, I come to pluck your Berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your...before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon due : for Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=FKwDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Milton - 1747 - 180 страници
...ye Laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with Ivy never-fear, I come to pluck your Berries harfli and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter conftraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon due ; For LyciJas is dead, dead... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=C4YSAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Milton - 1753 - 418 страници
...Irifti feas, 1637. and by occafion foretels the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their highth. ET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more. Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I Y orders and the paftoral care, which .yes a peculiar propriety to feveral paffagcs in it :... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=V6sDAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Milton - 1753 - 374 страници
...ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, 1 come to pluck your berries harih and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter conftraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to diflurb your fei lini due ; For Lycidas is... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=vxyhGIbZt94C&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Milton - 1759 - 414 страници
...IriJIi feas, 1637, and by occafwn foretels the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their highth. YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=ky3VqXVRRQ8C&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 890 страници
...Irifh feas, 1637, and by occafion foretels the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their highth. YET once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harm and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=mHcmUx4yUS4C&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 334 страници
...ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter conftraint, and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon due i For Lycidas is... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=PkAgAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1781 - 512 страници
...choice began, And lofe, with pride, the lover in the man. LYCIDAS*. A MONODY. BY MR. JOHN MILTON. YE T once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never fere, I come to pluck your berries harfli and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves... | |
![](https://books.google.bg/books/content?id=6cICAAAAYAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | John Scott, John Hoole - 1785 - 544 страници
...ye laurels, and once mpre Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never fear, J come to pluck your berries harfh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude,. Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter conftraint and fad occafion dear, Compels me to difturb your feafon due : For Lycidas is dead, dead... | |
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