Poems by William Henry Drummond
Spring Bereaved 3
... To which winds, trees, beasts, birds, did lend their ear ...
This Life Which Seems So Fair
... Because it erst was nought, it turns to nought ...
A Lament
... Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise, ...
Doth Then The World Go Thus?
... Blind Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove ...
Summons To Love
... The fields with flowers are decked in every hue, ...
To The Nightingale
... (Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers) ...
To His Lute
... Since that dear Voice which did thy sounds approve, ...
Mon Choual "Castor"
... Lawrence." "Castor," hees tail was stan' so straight ...
Johnnie Courteau
... 'Cos he stay on de kitchen an' sing hees song ...
Joe Boucher
... An' I know youll be sorry 'bout dat poor feller, ...
The First Part: Sonnet 11 - Lamp of heaven's crystal hall that brings the hours,
... Lamp of heaven's crystal hall that brings the hours, ...
The Angels
... This is that night--no, day, grown great with bliss, ...
The First Part: Sonnet 3 - Ye who so curiously do paint your thoughts,
... These troubled words and lines confus'd you find, ...
Madrigal 1
... As swelled from nothing, doth dissolve in nought ...
The First Part: Sonnet 12 - Ah! burning thoughts, now let me take some rest,
... Let hope, though false, yet lodge within my breast, ...
