Nugae Modernae Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park |
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OCCASIONED
BY THE
POEMS OF DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN,
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OCCASIONED BY THE POEMS OF DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN, First printed in 1616.
On Ora's banks these dulcet lays of loveThe Scotian bard to Auristella sung:
Ausonian sweetness warbled from his tongue,
While his rapt thought was rais'd this earth above,
And with celestial concord seem'd to move.
Alas! how soon to grief his lyre was strung:
What bitter anguish his fond bosom wrung,
When he Love's victim was decreed to prove.
A kindred feeling nurs'd my warm regard,
And made my breast the poet's fate bemoan:
For more than what he suffer'd I have shar'd;
His tenderest sorrows have been all my own!
Mine was the bliss to hail love's opening bloom,
And mine the trembling task—to watch it to the tomb.
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