The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden: With LifeCochrand and M'Crone, 1833 - 336 pages |
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... are simple but expressive . Esope a taill putis in memorie How that a Dog , becaus that he wes pure , * Cunningham's Songs of Scotland , vol . i , p . 27 . Callit a Scheip unto the Consistory , A certane breid 6 LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
... are simple but expressive . Esope a taill putis in memorie How that a Dog , becaus that he wes pure , * Cunningham's Songs of Scotland , vol . i , p . 27 . Callit a Scheip unto the Consistory , A certane breid 6 LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
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With Life William Drummond, Peter Cunningham. Callit a Scheip unto the Consistory , A certane breid of him for to recure . A frawdfull Wolf was juge that tyme , and bare Auctoritie and jurisdictioun ; And on the Scheip sent farth a ...
With Life William Drummond, Peter Cunningham. Callit a Scheip unto the Consistory , A certane breid of him for to recure . A frawdfull Wolf was juge that tyme , and bare Auctoritie and jurisdictioun ; And on the Scheip sent farth a ...
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... unto our sight ; Astonish'd nature sullen stands to see The life of all this all so chang'd to be ; In gloomy gowns the stars this loss deplore , 4 The sea with murmuring mountains beats the shore ; 1 " Hard fates " - " grim destinies ...
... unto our sight ; Astonish'd nature sullen stands to see The life of all this all so chang'd to be ; In gloomy gowns the stars this loss deplore , 4 The sea with murmuring mountains beats the shore ; 1 " Hard fates " - " grim destinies ...
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... " - " With which . " " For " to the " - " unto . " 6 For " ' Sdaining , " & c . " Disdaining to look up to angry skys . " 7 For " brake " - " broke . " His reed Alexis hung upon a tree , And with TEARS ON THE DEATH OF MŒLIADES . 57.
... " - " With which . " " For " to the " - " unto . " 6 For " ' Sdaining , " & c . " Disdaining to look up to angry skys . " 7 For " brake " - " broke . " His reed Alexis hung upon a tree , And with TEARS ON THE DEATH OF MŒLIADES . 57.
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... unto the earth his tomb : And over it still wat'ry Iris keep , * And sad Electra's sisters , who still weep : Mæliades sweet courtly nymphs deplore , From Thule to Hydaspes ' pearly shore . 1 66 ' Eye - pleasing " - ' delicious . " 2 ...
... unto the earth his tomb : And over it still wat'ry Iris keep , * And sad Electra's sisters , who still weep : Mæliades sweet courtly nymphs deplore , From Thule to Hydaspes ' pearly shore . 1 66 ' Eye - pleasing " - ' delicious . " 2 ...
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Alcon amidst azure beams beauty behold Ben Jonson blest bliss blood blushing breast breath bright burn cleave asunder crown crystal darkness reels dear death delight dost doth Drummond earth Edinburgh eternal eyes face fair fame Fates fear flames floods flow'rs gems glory gold golden grace grief hair happy hath Hawthornden heart heaven heavenly hell honour Hydaspes Idmon Jove king kiss light live locks look loue lover MADRIGAL mind moon mortal mountains mourn Muses ne'er never night nought numbers nymphs pearls Phoebus plain Poems poet pow'r praise prince rose sacred sche Scotland shade shadow shalt shepherd shew shine show'rs sighs sight sing Sith skies songs SONNET soul spring stars streams sun posts sweet Sweet Spring Tagus tears temples thee Thetis thine thou art thought tomb Torquato Tasso trees turn unto weep whilst wonder woods wound Wyfe
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Page 317 - ... the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses' bower : The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground ; and the repeated air Of sad Electra's poet had the power To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.
Page 162 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.
Page 191 - A diamond for ever should it mark. This is the morn should bring unto this grove My Love, to hear and recompense my love. Fair king, who all preserves, But show thy blushing beams, And thou two sweeter eyes Shalt see, than those which by Peneus' streams Did once thy heart surprise.
Page 44 - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 214 - Voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above What art thou but a harbinger of woe ? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, But orphans...
Page 193 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 43 - But he, descending to the shades, Darkness again the age invades ; Next (like Aurora) Spenser rose, Whose purple blush the day foreshows ; The other three with his own fires PhoebuB, the poet's god, inspires : By Shakspeare's, Jonson's, Fletcher's lines, Our stage's lustre Rome's outshines.
Page 252 - DOTH then the world go thus, doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on earth we find ? Is this that firm decree which all doth bind ? Are these your influences, Powers above? Those souls which vice's moody mists most blind, Blind Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove; And they who thee, poor idol, Virtue ! love, Ply like a feather toss'd by storm and wind. Ah! if a Providence doth sway this all, Why should best minds groan under most distress? Or...
Page 234 - MADRIGAL My thoughts hold mortal strife ; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize : — But he, grim grinning King, Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
Page 137 - Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own ; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal Love. O how more sweet is bird's harmonious moan, Or the hoarse sobbings of the widow'd dove, Than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne, Which good make doubtful, do the evil approve...