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... face , see I those looks , Which with delight were wont t ' amaze my brooks ? Do I behold that worth , that man divine , This age's glory , by these banks of mine ? Then find I true what long I wish'd in vain LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND ...
... face , see I those looks , Which with delight were wont t ' amaze my brooks ? Do I behold that worth , that man divine , This age's glory , by these banks of mine ? Then find I true what long I wish'd in vain LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND ...
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... face and front of Drum- mond's mighty offence ; " only a mighty offence to Mr. Gifford , and to no one else . Jonson , as I have said , stayed three weeks at Haw- thornden ; from thence he returned to London : a cor- respondence was ...
... face and front of Drum- mond's mighty offence ; " only a mighty offence to Mr. Gifford , and to no one else . Jonson , as I have said , stayed three weeks at Haw- thornden ; from thence he returned to London : a cor- respondence was ...
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... face durst never since appear ; Care was the food which did me entertain : But since that thou art mine , O do not grieve That I this tribute pay thee , for mine eine , And that I ( this short time I am to live ) Launder thy silken ...
... face durst never since appear ; Care was the food which did me entertain : But since that thou art mine , O do not grieve That I this tribute pay thee , for mine eine , And that I ( this short time I am to live ) Launder thy silken ...
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... face was long , coarse , and thought - worn ; and this is the more visible from the open neck and Elizabethan collar there is a decided melancholy about his looks . His head is that of Jonson's in miniature - as manly , but more ...
... face was long , coarse , and thought - worn ; and this is the more visible from the open neck and Elizabethan collar there is a decided melancholy about his looks . His head is that of Jonson's in miniature - as manly , but more ...
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... refrain , Feels his old wound bleed fresh again . With dear remembrance of that face , Where now he reads new hopes of grace . * Cooper's Hill . Nor scorn , nor cruelty does find , But gladly 44 LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
... refrain , Feels his old wound bleed fresh again . With dear remembrance of that face , Where now he reads new hopes of grace . * Cooper's Hill . Nor scorn , nor cruelty does find , But gladly 44 LIFE OF WILLIAM DRUMMOND .
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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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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.