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The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden: With Life, by Peter Cunningham William Drummond,Peter Cunningham Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1833 |
The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden: With Life, by Peter Cunningham William Drummond,Peter Cunningham Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1833 |
The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden, Vol. 2 (Classic Reprint) William Drummond Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2015 |
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appear arms beams bear beauty blood blushing born breath bright bring cause clear crown dear death delight desire didst dost doth Drummond earth eyes face fair fall Fame Fates fear fields flames floods flow'rs give given glory gold golden grace grief hair hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hills hold honour hopes keep king kiss laws leave light live locks look mind morn mortal mountains move Nature never night nought nymphs once plain pleasure poet praise prince prove raise rest rose sacred sense shade shadow shalt shew shine sighs sight skies songs SONNET soul sound spring stands stars streams sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trees true turn unto virtue weep wonder woods worth wound
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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 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 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 138 - ... 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
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 194 - With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and...
Sida 49 - A MILK-WHITE hind, immortal and unchang'd, Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd ; Without unspotted, innocent within, She fear'd no danger, for she knew no sin. Yet had she oft been chas'd with horns and hounds, And Scythian shafts ; and many winged wounds Aim'd at her heart; was often forced to fly, And doom'd to death, though fated not to die.
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 167 - Thou spar'st, alas! who cannot be thy guest. Since I am thine, O come! but with that face To inward light, which thou art wont to show, With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe ; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath! I long to kiss the image of my death.
Bibliografisk information
| Titel | The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden: With Life, by Peter Cunningham Nineteenth Century Collections Online: European Literature, 1790-1840: The Corvey Collection |
| Författare | William Drummond, Peter Cunningham |
| Utgivare | Cochrane and M'Crone, 1833 |
| Original från | Harvard University |
| Digitaliserad | 14 feb 2008 |
| Längd | 336 sidor |
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