Quotes from Poems — William Drummond of Hawthornden
d. 1649 Scotland
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This is the morn should bring unto this grove
My love, to hear and recompense my love.
Poems (1616)
Here is the pleasant place,
And nothing wanted is, save She, alas!
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Phœbus, arise!
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red.
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For what doth serve all that this world contains,
Sith she for whom those once to me were dear,
No part of them can have now with me here?
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What doth it serve to see sun's burning face,
And skies enamelled with both the Indies' gold?
Or moon at night in jetty chariot roll'd,
And all the glory of that starry place?
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Make an eternal spring;
Give life to this dark world which lieth dead.
Spread forth thy golden hair
In larger locks than thou wast wont before,
And emperor-like decore
With diadem of pearl thy temples fair.
Poems (1616)