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I come to pick your

Ye once more,

For Lycidas is dead

Young Lycidas

Who would sing for Lycidas?

He must not float

And welter to the parching wind

So may some gentle muse

And as he passes turn

For we wee nurs'd

Together both ere the high lawns appeared

What time the gray-fly

Rough Satyrs danc'd

And old Damoetas

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berries harsh and crude

with lucky words favour my destined urn

Upon the self-same hill

and hath not left his peer

Under the opening eye-lids of the morn

O ye laurels

winds her sultry horn

lov'd to hear our song

He knew himself to sing & build the lofty rhyme

Upon his wat'ry bier unwept

and Fauns with clov'n heel

dead ere his prime

And bid fair peace to my sable shroud

without the meed of some melodious tear


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