 Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.  The Poetical Works of John Milton - Página 124por John Milton - 1853Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
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...parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.98 Begin, then, Sisters" of the sacred well That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin,...Hence with denial vain and coy excuse: So may some gende Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn, 20 And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be... | |
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...Lycidas? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his wat'ry bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the...melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring. Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence... | |
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 | Harvey Seymour Gross, Robert McDowell - 1996 - 362 páginas
...how expertly he has adapted Milton's rhythm to his own use: Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring, Begin,...coy excuse; So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favor my destin'd urn, And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. The corpse... | |
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