The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden: With Life, by Peter CunninghamCochrane and M'Crone, 1833 - 336 sidor |
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... woods . The place almost remains the same since the time That Jonson sat in Drummond's classic shade ; the wild romantic glen , cypress groves , and pictu- resque mansion , are little or nothing altered . * * Hawthornden was not , as Mr ...
... woods . The place almost remains the same since the time That Jonson sat in Drummond's classic shade ; the wild romantic glen , cypress groves , and pictu- resque mansion , are little or nothing altered . * * Hawthornden was not , as Mr ...
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... woods shall answer , and their echo ring . * DRYDEN . A milk - white Hind , immortal and unchanged , Fed on the lawns , and in the forest ranged ; Without , unspotted - innocent within ; She fear'd no 48 LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
... woods shall answer , and their echo ring . * DRYDEN . A milk - white Hind , immortal and unchanged , Fed on the lawns , and in the forest ranged ; Without , unspotted - innocent within ; She fear'd no 48 LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
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... woods a noise Of choristers , more sweet than lute or voice , ( For those harmonious sounds to Jove are given By the swift touches of the nine - string'd heaven ; Such airs , and nothing else , ) did wound mine ear . No soul but would ...
... woods a noise Of choristers , more sweet than lute or voice , ( For those harmonious sounds to Jove are given By the swift touches of the nine - string'd heaven ; Such airs , and nothing else , ) did wound mine ear . No soul but would ...
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... woods . The lesser brooks , as they did bubbling go , Did keep a consort to the public woe . The shepherds left their flocks with downcast eyes , ' Sdaining to look up to the angry skies ; Some brake their pipes , and some in sweet ...
... woods . The lesser brooks , as they did bubbling go , Did keep a consort to the public woe . The shepherds left their flocks with downcast eyes , ' Sdaining to look up to the angry skies ; Some brake their pipes , and some in sweet ...
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... woods , And far , far off is seen by Memphis ' floods ; The feather'd sylvans , cloud - like , by her fly , And with triumphing plaudits beat the sky ; Nile marvels , Serap's priests entranced rave , And in Mygdonian stone her shape ...
... woods , And far , far off is seen by Memphis ' floods ; The feather'd sylvans , cloud - like , by her fly , And with triumphing plaudits beat the sky ; Nile marvels , Serap's priests entranced rave , And in Mygdonian stone her shape ...
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The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden, Volym 2 William Drummond Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1894 |
The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden, Volym 2 William Drummond Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1894 |
The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden: With Life William Drummond,Peter Cunningham Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1833 |
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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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Sida 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
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...