 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 the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new-spangled...  Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J ... - Page 304edited by - 1845Full view - About this book
 | Children's literature - 1846 - 872 pages
...not — the deep, deep sea was his grave. But Weep no more, woful kindred, weep no more, For Lycldas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath...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,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 830 pages
...; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth 20 21 de. The slumbering breeze forgets to breathe, The...Descends to meet our eyes below. The grounds, whic jet anon repairs his drooping head, 169 .\:A tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore flumes in... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, George Ripley - Transcendentalism - 1843 - 560 pages
...and the Angel DEATH." We cannot but apply the words of Milton, weeping over his " loved Lycidas ": " Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas,...beneath the watery floor: So sinks the day-star in the ocean's bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson, Margaret Fuller, George Ripley - Transcendentalism - 1843 - 564 pages
...and the Angel DEATH." We cannot but apply the words of Milton, weeping over his " loved Lycidas " : " Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas,...beneath the watery floor: So sinks the day-star in the ocean's bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 444 pages
...delight verging on enhancement, on such lines as close this noble rhapsody : — " VVeep no more, woeful shepherds ! weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow,...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 ore,... | |
 | George Willson - American literature - 1844 - 300 pages
...the nations. From a Monody on a Friend of the Author, Drowned in the Irish Sea. WEEP no more, wofu) shepherds, weep no more ; For Lycidas, your sorrow,...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 ore... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great Vtsion of the guarded Mount 16 Looks towards Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, Angel, now, and...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...Sleep'st by the fable of Bellarus old, Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount* Looks towards Namancos and Bayona's hold; Look homeward, Angel, now, and...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great Vision of the guarded MountLooks towards Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, Angel, now, and...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,... | |
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