...unavenged ? Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire ! XVII— LYOIDAS. A MONODY. f MILTON. j YET once more, 0 ye laurels, and once more ' Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, i I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before...

...Irish Seas, 1637. And by occasion foretels the ruine of our corrupted Clergy then in their height. Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never^sear, I com to pluck your Berries oars]) and crude, And with f ore dfngers rude, Shatter your...

...GTBS; GTBS-P; HAP; HoPM; JCP; LiTB; NoP; OAEL-1; OBEY; OBS; PPP; SeCePo; TEP; TrGrPo Lyctdas 25 Yet never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your...

...Craig beginning his consideration of Milton's poetry with an extended reading out of "Lycidas" ("Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more/ Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere") ; Brower imitating the finicky, weary cadences of the lady in TS Eliot's "Portrait of a Lady": So intimate,...

...soil—containing potash? The vintage is come— the olive is ripe I come to pluck your berries harsh & crude; And with forc'd fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year; Why not for my coat of arms—for device a drooping cluster of potatoe balls.— in a potatoe field....

...symbols of triumphant verse and immortality — must again have their unripe berries disturbed: Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles...come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion...

...issue in current educational debate, I am put embarrassingly in mind of the exordium to Lycidas: Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never sear, I com to pluck your Berries harsh and crude ... Will we never have done with it? We struggle...

...Irish Seas, 1637. And by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy then in their height. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never-sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd f1ngers rude Shatter your...

...They are the unknown mothers and fathers of an uncertain generation. They are Lincoln's children. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere . . . Once more, as in every passing year, we remember the laughing, melancholy stranger, deep with...

...of WBYeats' follow a similar line). The opening is at once conventional and slightly puzzling. Yet once more. O 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 your leaves before...