The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden With "A Cypresse Grove": Edited by L. E. Kastner |
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To the obsequies of the blessed Prince, Iames, King of great Britaine.
Let holie Dauid, Salomon the Wise,
That King, Whose Brest Ægeria did inflame,
Augustus, Helenes Sonne, Great in all Eyes,
Doe Homage low to thy mausolean Frame;
And bow before thy Laurell Anadeame
Let all Those sacred Swannes, which to the Skies
By neuer-dying Layes haue rais'd their Name,
From North to South, where Sunne doth set and rise.
That King, Whose Brest Ægeria did inflame,
Augustus, Helenes Sonne, Great in all Eyes,
Doe Homage low to thy mausolean Frame;
And bow before thy Laurell Anadeame
Let all Those sacred Swannes, which to the Skies
By neuer-dying Layes haue rais'd their Name,
From North to South, where Sunne doth set and rise.
Religion, orphan'd, waileth o're thine Vrne,
Out Iustice weepes her Eyes, now truely Blind;
In Niobèes the remnant Vertues turne:
Fame, but to blaze thy Glories, liues behind.
The World, which late was Golden by thy Breath,
Is Iron turn'd, and horrid by thy Death.
Out Iustice weepes her Eyes, now truely Blind;
In Niobèes the remnant Vertues turne:
Fame, but to blaze thy Glories, liues behind.
The World, which late was Golden by thy Breath,
Is Iron turn'd, and horrid by thy Death.
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