...it will not be denied us to utter the expression of our sorrow over his early grave — For Lvcidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. The poems which Mr. Cooke left behind him are not the effusions of a mere versifier. He did not write,...

...friend. It had its inception in a mood german to that of the poet over Lycidas : — "Lycidas is dead and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas?" * We know not but that we may venture to say, that there is one individual, at least, to whom we could...

...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...not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept,...

...in the former dialogue ; and partly because its eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth stanzas appear * For Lycidas is dead; dead ere his prime; Young Lycidas...not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? — Milton. The author's lamented friend died at twenty-one. The author's own age, when he wrote...

...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 ; For Lycidas is dead — . And in the following, from an unknown hand, brown is thus beautifully associated...

...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...occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due: For Lyeidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lyeiclas, and has not left his peer: Who would not sing...

...ye laurels, and once more. Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berriea harsh and crude . ' And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter...occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due ' MILTON. LOOK, reader, once more with the eye and heart of sympathy, at a melancholy page in the book...

...brown, with iyy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced lingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year...occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due ! Mil/row, LOOK, reader, once more with the eye and heart of sympathy, at a melancholy page in the...

...laurels, and once more, And, with forced fingers rude, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year: Bitter...occasion dear. Compels me to disturb your season due! MILTON. LOOK, reader, once more with the eye and heart of sympathy, at a melancholy page in the book...

...1 come to pluck your Iterrits harsh and crude; And, with forced fingers rude. Shatter your leavi-s before the mellowing year : Bitter constraint and...occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due ! '** LOOK, reader, once more with the !•)•<• and heart of sympathy, at a melancholy page in...