The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden With "A Cypresse Grove": Edited by L. E. Kastner |
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[The Gods haue heard my vowes]
The Gods haue heard my vowes;
Fond Lyce those faire Browes
Wont scorne with such disdaine
My Loue, my teares, my paine.
Fond Lyce those faire Browes
Wont scorne with such disdaine
My Loue, my teares, my paine.
But now those springtide Roses
Are turned to winter poses,
To Rue & tyme & sage,
Fitting that shriueled age.
Are turned to winter poses,
To Rue & tyme & sage,
Fitting that shriueled age.
Now, youthes with hote desire,
See, see, that flamelesse fire,
Which earst your hartes so burned,
Quicke into ashes turned!
See, see, that flamelesse fire,
Which earst your hartes so burned,
Quicke into ashes turned!
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