 | Robert Peters - 1997 - 191 σελίδες
...the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So...but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,... | |
 | William Harmon, Professor William Harmon - 1998 - 360 σελίδες
...in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head And tricks his beams and with new-spangl'd ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky; So...laves And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the bless'd kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops and... | |
 | John Milton - 2003 - 966 σελίδες
...And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore,0 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk...but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves, Where other groves, and other streams along, With nectar pure his oo2y locks he laves,... | |
 | Geoff Wood - 2004 - 149 σελίδες
...the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So...but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves.9 FIRST SUNDAY OF LENT Matthew 4:1-11, Melissa Kay Lenten Prelude I have on my desk... | |
 | Ross Greig Woodman - 2005 - 278 σελίδες
...Shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor. So Lycidas, sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walk'd the waves. (Complete Poems 165-73) In 'Mont Blanc,' there is for Shelley no such 'dear might' to keep him afloat,... | |
 | John Milton - 2006 - 68 σελίδες
...the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So...but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,... | |
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Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the... 
