 | Joseph Warton - 2004 - 508 pages
...love ? In thofe fair fields where facred Ifis glides, Or elfe where Cam his winding vales divides f. Where were ye, nymphs, when the remorfelefs deep Clos'd...your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the fteep Where your old bards, the famous Druids lie; Nor on the ftiaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet... | |
 | John Milton - Poetry - 2003 - 1084 pages
...blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear. Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep 50 Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet... | |
 | Balachandra Rajan, Joseph A. Wittreich - Literary Criticism - 2006 - 209 pages
...they were when the waters closed over the head of Lycidas: Where were ye Nymphs when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet... | |
 | Hugh Blair - 1820 - 534 pages
...epithet in the following fine lines of Milton's Lycidas : Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, .". Nor... | |
 | Wolf Gerhard Schmidt - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2003 - 520 pages
...die entsprechende Textstelle aus Mutons Elegie: "Where were ye, nymphs! when the remorseless deep D Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie; Nor on the shaggy top of Mona, high, Nor yet... | |
 | 246 pages
...Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep 50 Closed o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet... | |
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Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old Bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me! 
