 Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor, So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled...  The poetical works John Milton. Repr., with memoir, notes, &c - Page 68by John Milton - 1873Full view - About this book
 | John Milton - 1838 - 496 pages
...hapless youth. Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, 166 Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks...spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky ; m So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Thro' the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where... | |
 | John Milton - 1839 - 496 pages
...hapless youth. Weep no more, woful Shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, IG6 Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks...spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky ; m So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Thro' the dear might of him that walk'd the waves, Where... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - English poetry - 1840 - 372 pages
...the hapless youth. Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks...his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,... | |
 | East India college - 1840 - 204 pages
...friend. " Weep no more , woful shepherds, weep no more ; For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk tho' he be beneath the watery floor : So sinks the day-star...his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, is mounted high."... | |
 | Mark Lemon, Henry Mayhew, Tom Taylor, Shirley Brooks, Francis Cowley Burnand, Owen Seaman - Caricatures and cartoons - 1881 - 644 pages
...illimitable lament. " Weep no more, woeful Shepherds, weep no more ; For LTCIDAS your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks...head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled oar F lames in the forehead of the morning sky: So LYCIDAS, sunk low, has mounted high. Business done.—... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - English literature - 1842 - 782 pages
...Robert Montgomery are a wretched travestie, are, however, too exquisite not to be remembered : — ' So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed. And yet, anon,...spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.' The mystery is, how even Mr. Robert Montgomery could read Lycidas, and write Luther. ' Nature's... | |
 | Children's literature - 1846 - 872 pages
...was his grave. But Weep no more, woful kindred, weep no more, For Lycldas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks...his drooping head. And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 pages
...hapless youth. Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks...morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, George Ripley - Transcendentalism - 1843 - 564 pages
...sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor: So sinks the day-star in the ocean's bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks...morning sky. So Lycidas, sunk low but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, —... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, George Ripley - Transcendentalism - 1843 - 560 pages
...sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor: So sinks the day-star in the ocean's bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks...morning sky. So Lycidas, sunk low but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where other groves and other streams along, —... | |
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