The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden
The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden
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But, O ! if I was made For thee, with thee why too am I not dead ?
Why do outrageous fates, which dimm'd thy sight.
Let me see hateful light ?
They without me made death thee to surprise, Tyrants, perhaps, that they might kill me twice.
O grief ! and could one day Have force such excellence to take away ?
Could a swift-flying moment, ah ! deface Those matchless gifts, that grace Which art and nature had in thee combin'd, To make thy body paragon thy mind ?
Have all passed like a cloud.
And doth... eternal silence now them shroud ?
Is what so much admir'd was nought but dust, Of which a stone hath trust ?
O change ! O cruel change ! thou to our sight Shows destines' rigour equal doth their might.
When thou from earth didst pass, Sweet nymph, perfection's mirror broken was, And this of late so glorious world of ours.
Like meadow without flow'rs, Or ring of a rich gem made blind, appear'd, d by Google POEMS 111 Or night, by star nor Cynthia neither dear'd Love when he saw thee die, w Entomb'd him in the lid of either eye.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
But, O ! if I was made For thee, with thee why too am I not dead ?
Why do outrageous fates, which dimm'd thy sight.
Let me see hateful light ?
They without me made death thee to surprise, Tyrants, perhaps, that they might kill me twice.
O grief ! and could one day Have force such excellence to take away ?
Could a swift-flying moment, ah ! deface Those matchless gifts, that grace Which art and nature had in thee combin'd, To make thy body paragon thy mind ?
Have all passed like a cloud.
And doth... eternal silence now them shroud ?
Is what so much admir'd was nought but dust, Of which a stone hath trust ?
O change ! O cruel change ! thou to our sight Shows destines' rigour equal doth their might.
When thou from earth didst pass, Sweet nymph, perfection's mirror broken was, And this of late so glorious world of ours.
Like meadow without flow'rs, Or ring of a rich gem made blind, appear'd, d by Google POEMS 111 Or night, by star nor Cynthia neither dear'd Love when he saw thee die, w Entomb'd him in the lid of either eye.
What to read after The Poems of William Drummond of Hawthornden?
You can find similar books in the "Read Also" column, or choose other free books by William Drummond to read onlineMoreLess
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