The Works of William Drummond, of Hawthornden: Consisting of Those which Were Formerly Printed, and Those which Were Design'd for the Press. Now Published from the Author's Original Copies.. (Google eBook)

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James Watson, in Craig's-Closs, 1711 - Scotland - 303 pages
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Page 26 - ... flowers ; To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers Thou thy Creator's 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...
Page 12 - 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 surpri.se, Late having deck'd with beauty's rose his tomb, Disdains to crop a weed, and will not come.
Page 169 - For this is the message that ye heard from the beginning, that we should love one another. Not as Cain, who was of that wicked one, and slew his brother. And wherefore slew he him? Because his own works were evil, and his brother's righteous.
Page 22 - A treasury which bankrupt time devours, A knowledge than grave ignorance more blind, A vain delight our equals to command, A style of greatness...
Page 26 - Nor mov'd at glory's breath, Which shadow-like on wings of time doth glide ; So malice to disarm, And conquer hasty wrath, As to do good to those that work your harm : To hatch no base desires, Or gold or land to gain, Well...
Page 247 - I know frail beauty like the purple flower, To which one morn oft birth and death affords; That love a jarring is of minds...
Page 5 - I estranged live, Contented more with what your shades me give, Than if I had what Thetis doth embrace ; What snaky eye, grown jealous of my...
Page 9 - 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...
Page 222 - He heth consumed a whole night in lying looking to his great toe, about which he hath seen Tartars and Turks, Romans and Carthaginians, feight in his imagination.
Page 8 - Most blest abid'st above the sphere of spheres; If heavenly laws, alas ! have not thee bound From looking to this globe that all upbears, If ruth and pity there above be found, O deign to lend a look unto those tears.

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