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My camp resounds with fearful shocks of war,

Yet in my breast more dang'rous conflicts are;

Yet is my signal to the battle's sound The blessed name of beauteous Rosamond.

Accursed be that heart, that tongue, that breath,

Should think, should speak, or whisper of thy death:

For in one smile or lower from thy sweet eye

Consists my life, my hope, my victory. Sweet Woodstock, where my Rosamond doth rest,

Be blest in her, in whom thy king is blest:

For though in France awhile my body be,

My heart remains (dear paradise) in thee.

WILLIAM DRUMMOND

OF HAWTHORNDEN.

1585-1649.

[WILLIAM DRUMMOND was born at the manor-house of Hawthornden, near Edinburgh, on December 13, 1585, and died there December 4, 1649. His chief poetical works are: Teares on the Death of Maliades (Prince Henry), 1613; Poems, 1616; Forth Feasting, a panegyricke to the King's most excellent Majestie, 1617; Flowers of Sion, 1623; The Entertainment of the high and mighty monarch Charles, 1633; The Exequies of the Honourable Sir Anthony Alexander, Knight, 1638. Besides these he wrote innumerable political pamphlets, etc., and a considerable historical work. More important are his well-known Conversations with Ben Jonson, of which an authentic copy was discovered by Mr. David Laing and printed by him in 1832. A unique copy of the Poems, printed on one side of the paper only, and containing Drummond's autograph corrections, is in the Bodleian Library. It varies most curiously from the later editions.]

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With diadem of pearl thy temples fair: Chase hence the ugly night

Which serves but to make dear thy glorious light.

This is that happy morn, That day, long-wished day Of all my life so dark,

(If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates my hopes betray), Which, purely white, deserves

An everlasting diamond should it mark. This is the morn should bring unto this grove

My Love, to hear and recompense my love.

Fair King, who all preserves,

But show thy blushing beams,
And thou two sweeter eyes

Shalt see than those which by Penéus' streams

Did once thy heart surprise.

Now, Flora, deck thyself in fairest guise:

If that ye winds would hear

A voice surpassing far Amphion's lyre,
Your furious chiding stay;
Let Zephyr only breathe,
And with her tresses play.

-The winds all silent are,
And Phoebus in his chair
Ensaffroning sea and air
Makes vanish every star:
Night like a drunkard reels

Beyond the hills, to shun his flaming wheels:

The fields with flowers are deck'd in

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[BORN 1573, in London; his mother being a descendant of Sir Thomas More. He studied both at Oxford and Cambridge, and also at Lincoln's Inn; travelled in Italy and Spain, "and returned perfect in their languages." He was afterwards in the service of Lord Chancellor Ellesmere and others, and in 1610 was persuaded by James I. " to enter into sacred orders." In 1621 the king made him Dean of St. Paul's, and he held other benefices. He died in 1631. Izaak Walton's celebrated Life was prefixed to his Eighty Sermons, fol., 1640; and this Life asserts that "most of his poems were written before the twentieth year of his age.' The Poems were collected and first published posthumously in 1633; but Harl. MS. 5110 (British Museum), is entitled, "Jhon Dunne, his Satyres anno domini 1593."]

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FROM "VERSES TO SIR HENRY| Having from these suck'd all they had of worth

WOTTON."

BE then thine own home, and in thyself And brought home that faith which you

dwell;

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carry'd forth,

I throughly love: but if myself I've won To know my rules, I have, and you have, Donne.

THE MESSAGE.

SEND home my long stray'd eyes to me,
Which, oh! too long have dwelt on thee;
But if they there have learned such ill,
Such forc'd fashions
And false passions,
That they be
Made by thee

Fit for no good sight, keep them still.

Send home my harmless heart again,
Which no unworthy thought could stain;
But if it be taught by thine
To make jestings
Of protestings,
And break both
Word and oath,

Keep it still, 'tis none of mine.

Yet send me back my heart and eyes,
That I may know and see thy lies,
And may laugh and joy when thou
Art in anguish,
And dost languish
For some one
That will none,

Or prove as false as thou dost now.

SIR EDWARD DYER.

1550-1607.

[BORN about 1550, at Sharpham, near Glastonbury; educated at Balliol College, Oxford: ambassador to Denmark, 1589; knighted, 1596; died, 1607.]

TO PHILLIS THE FAIR SHEPHERDESS.

My Phillis hath the morning Sun,

At first to look upon her:

And Phillis hath morn-waking birds, Her rising still to honor.

My Phillis hath prime feathered flow

ers,

That smile when she treads on them: And Phillis hath a gallant flock

That leaps since she doth own them. But Phillis hath too hard a heart, Alas, that she should have it!

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[EDMUND SPENSER was born in London about 1552. He was educated at Merchant Taylors' School: his first poetical performances, translations from Petrarch and Du Bellay, published without his name in a miscellaneous collection, belong to the time of his leaving school in 1569. From that year to 1576 he was at Pembroke Hall, Cambridge. In 1579 he was in London, acquainted with Philip Sidney, and in Lord Leicester's household. In 1580 was published, but without his name, The Shepheards Calender; and in the autumn of that year he went to Ireland with Lord Grey of Wilton, as his private secretary. The remainder of his life, with the exception of short visits to England, was spent in Ireland, where he held various subordinate offices, and where he settled on a grant of forfeited land at Kilcolman, in the county of Cork. In 1589 he accompanied Sir Walter Raleigh to London, and in 1590 published the first three books of The

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