The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden: With Life, by Peter CunninghamCochrane and M'Crone, 1833 - 336 من الصفحات |
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... dost hear , and carollings , ' Whilst heavens do dance , and choir of angels sings , Than muddy minds could feign ; even our annoy ( If it approach that place ) is chang'd to joy . Rest , blessed soul , 2 rest satiate with the sight Of ...
... dost hear , and carollings , ' Whilst heavens do dance , and choir of angels sings , Than muddy minds could feign ; even our annoy ( If it approach that place ) is chang'd to joy . Rest , blessed soul , 2 rest satiate with the sight Of ...
الصفحة 76
... dost shine Than many can name men in all their line : What most they toil to find , and finding hold , Thou scornest , orient gems , and flatt'ring gold ; Esteeming treasure surer in men's breasts , Than when immur'd with marble , clos ...
... dost shine Than many can name men in all their line : What most they toil to find , and finding hold , Thou scornest , orient gems , and flatt'ring gold ; Esteeming treasure surer in men's breasts , Than when immur'd with marble , clos ...
الصفحة 77
... dost live ! ) it be o'erthrown by man . Let others boast of blood and spoils of foes , Fierce rapines , murders , Iliads of woes ; Of hated pomp , and trophies reared fair , Gore - spangled ensigns streaming in the air ; Count how they ...
... dost live ! ) it be o'erthrown by man . Let others boast of blood and spoils of foes , Fierce rapines , murders , Iliads of woes ; Of hated pomp , and trophies reared fair , Gore - spangled ensigns streaming in the air ; Count how they ...
الصفحة 79
... dost so dearly love , That they a father , more than prince , thee prove . O days to be desir'd ! age happy thrice ! If you your heaven - sent good could duly prize ; But we , half - palsy - sick , think never right Of what we hold ...
... dost so dearly love , That they a father , more than prince , thee prove . O days to be desir'd ! age happy thrice ! If you your heaven - sent good could duly prize ; But we , half - palsy - sick , think never right Of what we hold ...
الصفحة 108
... dost thou devour What we on earth hold dearest ! All things good , Too envious Heavens , how blast ye in the bud ! The corn the greedy reapers cut not down Before the fields with golden ears it crown ; Nor doth the verdant fruits the ...
... dost thou devour What we on earth hold dearest ! All things good , Too envious Heavens , how blast ye in the bud ! The corn the greedy reapers cut not down Before the fields with golden ears it crown ; Nor doth the verdant fruits the ...
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amidst azure beams beauty behold Ben Jonson bliss blood blushing brazen bull breast breath bright burn cleave asunder crown cruel crystal darkness reels dear death delight didst dost doth Drummond earth Edinburgh eternal eyes face fair fame Fates fear flames floods flow'rs glory gold golden grace grief hair happy hath Hawthornden heart heaven heavenly hell honour Hydaspes Idmon Jove king kiss light lips live locks look loue Love's lover MADRIGAL mind moon mortal mourn Muses ne'er never night nought numbers nymphs pearls Phoebus plain poet poison'd pow'r praise prince rose sacred sche scorn Scotland shade shadow shalt shepherd shew shine show'rs sighs sight Sith skies songs SONNET soul spring stars strange streams sun posts sweet Sweet Spring Tagus tears thee Thetis thine thou art thought trees turn unto weep whilst wonder woods wound Wyfe
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الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 118 - 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 214 - Since that dear 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...
الصفحة 43 - Old Chaucer, like the morning star, To us discovers day from far. His light those mists and clouds dissolv'd Which our dark nation long involv'd; But he, descending to the shades, Darkness again the age invades...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 11 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways ; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand...
الصفحة 191 - And, emperor-like, decore With diadem of pearl thy temples fair ; Chase hence the ugly Night, Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light. This is that happy morn That day...