The Poetical Works of William Drummond of HawthorndenJ. R. Smith, 1856 - 346 trang |
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Alcon amidst arms beams beauty behold blest bliss blood blushing breast breath bright bring burn Ceres crown crystal dear death delight dost doth Drummond earth Edinburgh Endymion eternal eyes face fair fairest fame fear flames floods flowers glory gold golden grace grief hair happy hast hath heart heaven heavenly hell honour Hydaspes Idmon King kiss light live Loadstar locks look MADRIGAL mind moon mortal mountains mourn Muses ne'er never night nought nymphs Paraclete Phaëton Phoebus Pict pity plain praise Prince quire quiristers rays rocks rose sacred Scotland shades shadow shalt shepherd shine sighs sight sing Sith skies SONNET soul spheres spring stars strange streams sweet Tagus tears thee Thetis thine thou thou didst thought thrall throne tomb triumphing bands turn turn'd ugly night unto virgin virtue weep whilst WILLIAM DRUMMOND wonder wound
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Trang 7 - Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings...
Trang 145 - Baptist. The last and greatest herald of heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild ; His food was locusts, and what young doth spring, With honey that from virgin hives distill'd ; Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing Made him appear long since from earth exil'd.
Trang 52 - This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometimes...
Trang 58 - 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...
Trang 145 - All ye, whose hopes rely On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn; Repent, repent, and from old errors turn!
Trang 33 - And Phoebus in his chair, Ensaffroning sea and air, Makes vanish every star ; Night like a drunkard reels Beyond the hills to shun his flaming wheels ; The fields with...
Trang 58 - Which used 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 orphan wailings to the fainting ear, Each stop a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear.
Trang 85 - O how more sweet is birds' harmonious moan, Or the hoarse sobbings of the widowed dove, Than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne, Which good make doubtful, do the evil approve...
Trang 4 - I know that all beneath the moon decays, And what by mortals in this world is brought, In time's great periods shall return to nought.
Trang 144 - Amidst heaven's rolling heights this earth who stayed. In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid A weakling did him bear, who all upbears : There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid, To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres : Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth, This is that night — no, day, grown great with bliss, In which the power of Satan broken is ; In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth ! Thus singing, through the air the angels swam, And cope of stars re-echoed the same.