313 These Poems are for the first time published in an Edition of DRUMMOND'S POEMS, by permission of the Antiquarian Society of Edinburgh. (Taken from the Archæologia Scotica.) EDINBURGH.1 INSTALL'D on Hills, hir Head neare starrye bowres, With temples; Mars with towres doth guard the west; The Sea doth Venice shake, Rome Tiber beates, 1 This is a translation by Drummond of some Latin lines in praise of our Metropolis, by the celebrated Poet Dr. Arthur Johnstone, beginning Collibus assurgens geminis. The MS. copy, SONNETS. TO THE HONORABLE AUTHOr, S. J. Skene.1 ALL Lawes but cob-webbes are, but none such right Ere that they were from their Cimmerian bowres however, of the original differs wholly from the edition of the Author's Poems printed at Middleburgh in Zealand, 1642, p. 431. In the first scroll copy of the translation, as well as of the original, the last two lines do not occur, but are supplied from a fair transcript, in which also lines 3 and 4 have been thus amplified. Scepters and thrones her foot do guide at East, Their temples joine and keepe the middle region. DAVID LAING. This Sonnet was addressed to Sir John Skene of Curriehill, Clerk Register, on the publication, probably, of his translation of the "REGIAM MAJESTATEM."-D. L. Then knew to keepe it fast in nets of words; SONNET. O TYMES! O Heauen, that still in motion art! Which passe more nimble than wind, or archer's dart! A mind to marke, and to preuent your slights. Life's web yee still weaue out, still (Foole !) I stay, So struggle I, and faine would change my case, SONNET. RISE to my soule, bright Sunne of Grace, O rise! That makes mee lesse than looke-warm in thy loue. Grant mee a beamling of thy light aboue To know my foot-steps, in these tymes, too-wise; My foes strong are, and I a fragill glasse,— SONNET. FIRST in the Orient raign'd the Assyrian Kings; That great and fatall period of all things ; This Sonnet evidently alludes to the Four "Monarchicke Tragedies," by Sir William Alexander Earl of Stirling, on the subject of Croesus, Darius, Alexander the Great, and Julius Cæsar; and probably was intended to have been prefixed to the edition printed at London in 1616, and consequently addressed to King James.-D. L. Before the feet of the vnconquerd Crowne, And throws her selfe, Great Monarch! in thy armes. BEFORE A POEME OF IRENE.1 MOURNE not, faire Greece, the ruine of thy Kings, To saue thy deedes from Death must lend thee layes, For now Irene hath attain'd such fame, That Hero's Ghost doth weepe to heare her name. 1 It would have been very gratifying to have been able to ascertain on what Poem this very beautiful Sonnet was written, For solemn grandeur, it may be compared with the best of Mil-' ton's sonnets; and the mention of the Sacred Band' may suggest to the Reader his fine words, And the repeated air Of sad Electra's Poet had the power To save the Athenian walls from ruin bare.-D. L. |