Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, In this Monody the Author bewails a Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair? Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers. While the still morn went out with Sandals gray, Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep. The poem is 193 lines in length, and is irregularly rhymed. That came in Neptune's plea, [ 90 ] Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Toward Heav'ns descent had slop'd his westering wheel. The Musk-rose, and the well attir'd Woodbine, And now was dropt into the Western bay; that scarce themselves know how to hold, A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least. And every flower that sad embroidery wears; And daffadillies fill their cups with tears. Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks. he knew [ 10 ] Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. Weep no more, woful Shepherds weep no more, [ 165 ] /ProcSet 2 0 R To all that wander in that perilous flood. And all their echoes mourn. Besides what the grim Woolf with privy paw Thee Shepherd, thee the Woods, and desert Caves, For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft layes. And think to burst out into sudden blaze. he knew [ 10 ] Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. While the still morn went out with sandals gray; He touch'd the tender stops of various quills. Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past, [ 115 ] That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! Ye valleys low where the milde whispers use, Daily devours apace, and nothing sed, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge [ 105 ] Ay me! /Font << [ 5 ] And hears the unexpressive nuptiall Song, who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?". Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd. �@h�A��� h���!���-�!���/,*����$j��F�hD(Z5��� �<1FS 4�b5L%‚ad�I"Jsb���H�"��r.TdCz\� 9Dh6�CYEÚ\J)��d�X}(oR����. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies. that scarce themselves know how to hold In the blest Kingdoms meek of joy and love. << Where the great vision of the guarded Mount And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse? Their Bels, and Flourets of a thousand hues. And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled Ore, [ 170 ] ��E�(@�����7 S�Ì�x�����HQT*�iHf���2�Di�`���0�ø���4~7H-\TC��0Xܿ ��Ƽ�M����,��A�D�iPs �H�6��3���np������m��7��3�9���̴��n��l�(�� !��x�ԵjҸ�G!��4��R�� ��+ː��Kw ��[~����8���HB(�;���d� �O�8ޙ?��9�����,��cC��A �7���'�� That shrunk thy streams; Return Sicilian Muse, O fountain Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood. Grate on their scrannel Pipes of wretched straw, Christopher Kendrick asserts that one's reading of Lycidas would be improved by treating the poem anachronistically, that is, as if it was one of the most original pastoral elegies. Who would not sing for Lycidas? And think to burst out into sudden blaze, So may som gentle Muse It first appeared in a 1638 collection of elegies, entitled Justa Edouardo King Naufrago, dedicated to the memory of Edward King, a collegemate of Milton's at Cambridge who drowned when his ship sank in the Irish Sea off the coast of Wales in August 1637. And when they list, their lean and flashy songs endobj To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find. And old Damœtas lov'd to hear our song. stream Built in th'eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. endobj Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? >> >> That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more: Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good. What boots it with uncessant care Now thou art gone, and never must return! To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream: [ 55 ]

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