Thrice he assay’d, and thrice, in spite of scorn, — John Milton Next Care Sat on his faded cheek, but under brows Of da “ 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 Comments (0) Log in to post a comment. No comments yet. Be the first to comment.
