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Page 447
... Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he well knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not flote upon his watry bear Unwept , and welter to ...
... Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he well knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme . He must not flote upon his watry bear Unwept , and welter to ...
Page 448
... Lycidas , thy loss to Shepherds ear . Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep Clos'd o're the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old Bards , the famous Druids ly , Nor on the shaggy ...
... Lycidas , thy loss to Shepherds ear . Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep Clos'd o're the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old Bards , the famous Druids ly , Nor on the shaggy ...
Page 571
... Lycidas , 1637 , reveal the poet at work upon his lines . Milton's spelling here is old - fashioned and redundant , though it shows a few of his idiosyncrasies ; and punctuation is scanty . I have put in square brackets the words struck ...
... Lycidas , 1637 , reveal the poet at work upon his lines . Milton's spelling here is old - fashioned and redundant , though it shows a few of his idiosyncrasies ; and punctuation is scanty . I have put in square brackets the words struck ...
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