Thrice he assay’d, and thrice, in spite of scorn, — John Milton Next The sun… In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds “ Thrice he assay’d, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Pain and Despair Sadness and Melancholy Share Share Report an error Comments (0) Log in to post a comment. No comments yet. Be the first to comment.