 | 1853 - 458 Seiten
...unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! XVII— LYOIDAS. A MONODY. f MILTON. j YET once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more ' Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, i I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before... | |
 | John Milton - 1926 - 360 Seiten
...Irish Seas, 1637. And by occasion foretels the ruine of our corrupted Clergy then in their height. Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never^sear, I com to pluck your Berries oars]) and crude, And with f ore dfngers rude, Shatter your... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 Seiten
...GTBS; GTBS-P; HAP; HoPM; JCP; LiTB; NoP; OAEL-1; OBEY; OBS; PPP; SeCePo; TEP; TrGrPo Lyctdas 25 Yet never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your... | |
 | Richard Todd, Douglas C. Wilson - 1992 - 266 Seiten
...Craig beginning his consideration of Milton's poetry with an extended reading out of "Lycidas" ("Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more/ Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere") ; Brower imitating the finicky, weary cadences of the lady in TS Eliot's "Portrait of a Lady": So intimate,... | |
 | Henry David Thoreau - 1993 - 372 Seiten
...soil—containing potash? The vintage is come— the olive is ripe I come to pluck your berries harsh & crude; And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year; Why not for my coat of arms—for device a drooping cluster of potatoe balls.— in a potatoe field.... | |
 | William Riley Parker - 1996 - 708 Seiten
...symbols of triumphant verse and immortality — must again have their unripe berries disturbed: Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles...come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion... | |
 | David Solway - 1997 - 340 Seiten
...issue in current educational debate, I am put embarrassingly in mind of the exordium to Lycidas: Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never sear, I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude ... Will we never have done with it? We struggle... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 Seiten
...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 f1ngers rude Shatter your... | |
 | Kent Gramm - 2001 - 350 Seiten
...They are the unknown mothers and fathers of an uncertain generation. They are Lincoln's children. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere . . . Once more, as in every passing year, we remember the laughing, melancholy stranger, deep with... | |
 | Richard Bradford - 2001 - 236 Seiten
...of WBYeats' follow a similar line). The opening is at once conventional and slightly puzzling. Yet once more. O ye laurels, and once more. Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, 1 come to pluck your berries harsh and crude. And with forced fingers rude. Shatter your leaves before... | |
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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. 
