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...the old old story told with more or less monotony of mourn fulness since the time of MILTON : — " For LYCIDAS is dead, dead ere his prime, Young LYCIDAS, and hath not left his peer." Here a moment in the full bloom and strength of Parliamentar vigour ; the next. " Comes the blind Fury...

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...ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never eere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter...For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime — Young Lycidasl"* LOOK, reader, once more with the eye and heart of sympathy, at a melancholy page in the...

...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...Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me I MUST beg of you to slip over a portion of time, and to suppose about two years passed over our heads,...

...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...leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint ami sad occasion dear. Compels me to disturb your season duel For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime...