...ot' your lov'd Lycidas 1 For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the tamous Druids, lie ! Nor on the shaggy top of Mona, high, Nor yet where Deva tpreads her wizard stream.—Lycid Having now treated fully of Ossian's talents, with respect to description...

...o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidaa? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona...spreads her wizard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ! deep Had ye been there—for what could that have don* ' What could the Muse herself that Orpheus...

...spreads her wizard stream. Ah me ! I fondly dream ! Had ye been there—for what could that have done 7 What could the Muse herself, that Orpheus bore, The...enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift...

...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 on the shaggy top of Mona...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 herself,...

...lov'd Lycidas 1 For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, he ! Nor on the shaggy top of Mona, high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream.—Lycid Having now treated fully of Ossian's talents, with respect to description and imagery,...

...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 on the shaggy top of Mona...enchanting son, Whom universal Nature did lament, When, by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift...

...the poet who chose to live a virgin had eventually to confront and transcend the death of Orpheus: What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The...her enchanting son Whom Universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the steam was sent, Down the swift...

...invokes the figure of Orpheus, the type of the supreme bard, Homer's equal, but destroyed untimely: What could the Muse herself, that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself, for her enchanting son . . . Milton brings back the figure of Orpheus in his epic, in the second invocation, placed, just...

...her sharing in its distresses and unfulfilled needs, and through the human quality of her motherhood: What could the muse herself that Orpheus bore, The...her enchanting son Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift...

...lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids ly, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream: Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye bin there—for what could that have don? [50—57] Yet...