The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden, Volume 2Laurence and Bullen, 1894 - English poetry |
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... flames of wrath , 65 Thou bled our wounds , and suffer didst our death ; But , Father's justice pleas'd , hell , death o'ercome , In triumph now thou risest from thy tomb , With glories which past sorrows countervail ; Hail , holy ...
... flames of wrath , 65 Thou bled our wounds , and suffer didst our death ; But , Father's justice pleas'd , hell , death o'ercome , In triumph now thou risest from thy tomb , With glories which past sorrows countervail ; Hail , holy ...
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... flames of beauty streams . He towers those golden bounds He did to sun bequeath ; The higher wand'ring rounds Are found his feet beneath ; The milky - way comes near , Heaven's axle seems to bend , Above each turning sphere That , rob'd ...
... flames of beauty streams . He towers those golden bounds He did to sun bequeath ; The higher wand'ring rounds Are found his feet beneath ; The milky - way comes near , Heaven's axle seems to bend , Above each turning sphere That , rob'd ...
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... flames , worse flames to overthrow ; Such are their works that with a glaring show Of humble holiness , in virtue's dye Would colour mischief , while within they glow With coals of sin , though none the smoke descry . Ill is that angel ...
... flames , worse flames to overthrow ; Such are their works that with a glaring show Of humble holiness , in virtue's dye Would colour mischief , while within they glow With coals of sin , though none the smoke descry . Ill is that angel ...
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... flame himself instals , And , cruel , it in tears and blood doth drown ; Her beauty spoil'd , her citizens made thralls , His spite yet so cannot her all throw down , But that some statue , arch , fane of renown Yet lurks unmaim'd ...
... flame himself instals , And , cruel , it in tears and blood doth drown ; Her beauty spoil'd , her citizens made thralls , His spite yet so cannot her all throw down , But that some statue , arch , fane of renown Yet lurks unmaim'd ...
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... is with thee the same , All - holy gift , ambassador , knot , flame . Most sacred Triad ! O most holy One ! Unprocreate Father , ever - procreate Son , 115 120 125 Ghost breath'd from both , you were , are , 40 FLOWERS OF SION.
... is with thee the same , All - holy gift , ambassador , knot , flame . Most sacred Triad ! O most holy One ! Unprocreate Father , ever - procreate Son , 115 120 125 Ghost breath'd from both , you were , are , 40 FLOWERS OF SION.
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Alcon Amidst appear Archæologia Scotica Arthur Johnston beams beauty behold blest bliss body bright Covenanters creatures crown cruel crystal dear death delight didst divine dost doth Drummond Earl Earl of Linlithgow earth Edinburgh Ennead Epigram epitaph eternal eyes face fair fame fear flames flowers frame glory gold golden grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven Hector Boece hell holy honour HYMN Idmon immortal John Ray Justice King light lines live locks Lord madrigal Maitland mind mortal Muses nature never night nought nymphs pain Paraclete Phillips's edition Phoebus pity plain Plotinus poem praise Prefixed Prince rose sacred Sanquhar Scottish shadow shepherd shine sighs sith sonnet soul spring stars strange sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou shalt thrall throne Tiphys triumphing bands turn unto verses virgin virtue whilst William Drummond
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Page 30 - TO THE NIGHTINGALE. SWEET bird ! that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past, or coming, void of care. Well pleased with delights which present are, Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling...
Page 9 - ~THE last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild. His food was locusts, and what young doth...
Page 29 - O how more sweet is birds' harmonious moan, Or the hoarse sobbings of the widowed dove, Than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne, Which good make doubtful, do the evil approve...
Page 6 - Of this fair volume which we World do name If we the sheets and leaves could turn with care, Of him who it corrects, and did it frame, We clear might read the art and wisdom rare: Find out his power which wildest powers doth tame, His providence extending everywhere, His justice which proud rebels doth not spare, In every page, no period of the same. But silly we, like foolish children, rest Well pleased with...
Page 67 - Death hath triumph'd o'er my mortal spoils, And that on earth I am but a sad name ; If thou e'er held me dear, by all our love, By all that bliss, those joys Heaven here us gave, I conjure thee, and by the maids of Jove, To grave this short remembrance on my grave : Here Damon lies, whose songs did sometime grace The murmuring Esk ; may roses shade the place ! SIR WILLIAM ALEXANDER, EARL OF STIRLING (or STERLINE).
Page 29 - The mountains' snows decay, Crown'd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year. My soul, time posts away, And thou yet in that frost Which flower and fruit hath lost, As if all here immortal were, dost stay : For shame ! thy powers awake, Look to that heaven which never night makes black, And there, at that immortal sun's bright rays, Deck thee with flowers which fear not rage of days.
Page 8 - In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid A weakling did him bear, who all upbears : There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid, To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres : Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth, This is that night — no, day, grown great with bliss, In which the power of Satan broken is ; In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth ! Thus singing, through the air the angels swam, And cope of stars re-echoed the same.
Page 9 - Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing Made him appear, long since from earth exiled ; There burst he forth ; ' All ye whose hopes rely On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn; Repent, repent, and from old errors turn...
Page 156 - The king of beasts speaks to thee from his den ; Who, tho' he now enclosed be in plaster, When he was free was Lithgow's wise schoolmaster.
Page 30 - ... bowers Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare, And what dear gifts on thee He did not spare, A stain to human sense in sin that lowers. What soul can be so sick which by thy songs, Attired in sweetness, sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils, spites, and wrongs, And lift a reverend eye and thought to heaven ! Sweet artless songster, thou my mind dost raise To airs of spheres, yes, and to angels