This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...passing brightest stars, And then mine eyes en-isle themselves with floods. Turn to their springs again first shall the floods, 25 Clear shall the sun the sad and gloomy night, To dance about the pole cease shall the stars, The elements renew their ancient wars Shall first, and be depriv'd of place and light, Ere I ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 Excerpt: ...passing brightest stars, And then mine eyes en-isle themselves with floods. Turn to their springs again first shall the floods, 25 Clear shall the sun the sad and gloomy night, To dance about the pole cease shall the stars, The elements renew their ancient wars Shall first, and be depriv'd of place and light, Ere I find rest in city, fields, or woods. 30 End these my days, indwellers of the woods, Take this my life, ye deep and raging floods; Sun, never rise to clear me with thy light, Horror and darkness, keep a lasting night; Consume me, care, with thy intestine wars, 35 And stay your influence o'er me, bright stars! In vain the stars, indwellers of the woods, Care, horror, wars, I call, and raging floods, For all have sworn no night shall dim my light. Most editions (including that of 1616) read here "sight" for "light "; but surely the latter is the word required. SONNET XIII. O Sacred blush, impurpling cheeks' pure skies With crimson wings which spread thee like the morn; O bashful look, sent from those shining eyes, Which, though cast down on earth, couldst heaven adorn; O tongue, in which most luscious nectar lies, o That can at once both bless and make forlorn; Dear coral lip, which beauty beautifies, That trembling stood ere that her words were born; And you her words, words, no, but golden chains, Which did captive mine ears, ensnare my soul, 10 Wise image of her mind, mind that contains A power, all power of senses to control; Ye all from love dissuade so sweetly me, That I love more, if more my love could be. SONNET XIV. Nor Arne, nor Mincius, nor stately Tiber, Sebethus, nor the flood into whose streams He fell who burnt the world with borrow'd beams. Gold-rolling Tagus, Munda, famous Iber, Sorgue, Rhone, Loire, Garron, nor ...
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Add this copy of The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden Volume 1 to cart. $26.89, new condition, Sold by Paperbackshop rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Bensenville, IL, UNITED STATES, published 2013 by Hardpress Publishing.
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