 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 страници
...remorseless deep Clot'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? i8 For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor...high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : " Ah, me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there—for what could that have done ? What could the Muse... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...remorseless deep Clo8'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? 18 For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor...high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : 19 Ah, me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there—for what could that have done ? What could the Muse... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? 18 For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor...high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : 18 Ah, me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there—for what could that have done ? What could the Muse... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 страници
...remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? 1s For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor...high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream :" Ah, me! I fondly dream, Had ye been there—for what could that have done ? What could the Muse... | |
 | John D'Alton - 1845 - 364 страници
...deep Closed o'er the head of your Lord, Lycidas ? For neither were you playing on the steep, Where the old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy...high, Nor yet, where Deva spreads her wizard stream, — Ah 1 me, I fondly dream 1 — ******* Weep no more, woful shepherds 1 weep no more, For Lycidas,... | |
 | John D'Alton - 1845 - 360 страници
...deep Closed o'er the head of your Lord, Lycidas ? For neither were you playing on the steep, Where the old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy...high, Nor yet, where Deva spreads her wizard stream, — Ah 1 me, I fondly dream ! — *•**••* Weep no more, woful shepherds! weep no more, For Lycidas,... | |
 | Ossian - 1845 - 546 страници
...o'er the head of your lovM Lycidas ; K. ir neither were ye playing on the steep When- your old harits, the famous Druids, lie : Nor on the shaggy top of...high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. — lv Having now treated fully of Ossian's talents, with respect to description andfimagery, it only... | |
 | John Milton - 1847 - 604 страници
...the remorseless Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor...Ay me! I fondly dream. Had ye been there, for what could that have done ? What could the Muse herself, that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1847 - 488 страници
...remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie ; Nor...high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. The mention of places remarkably romantic, the supposed habitations of Druids, Bards, and Wizards,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 страници
...remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ! For neither were ye playing on the steep, hambers : Ah me 1 I fondly dream ! Had ye been there — for what could that have done! What could the muse... | |
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Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream ; Ay me ! I fondly dream — Had ye been there... 
