WILLIAM DRUMMOND. BORN 1585; DIED 1649. DRUMMOND-of Hawthornden, as he is commonly styledunited in an eminent degree the characters of poet and historian. He wrote the history of his country during the reigns of the five first Jameses: his poems consist of Sonnets, Epigrams, Epitaphs, and some larger pieces; of which many are on moral and sacred subjects. In the latter, genuine feeling and a natural sweetness and simplicity maintain a successful struggle with the artificial manner fashionable in his time. His sonnets have received the highest praise from critics of distinguished taste and judgment; who have ranked them among the most perfect specimens of this kind of composition. Drummond maintained, in his retreat at Hawthornden, a friendly correspondence with some eminent English poets; in particular, with Jonson; among the best-known occurrences of whose life is his journey on foot into Scotland, to visit his friend, in 1618. He was a good man, a sound patriot, and a sincere Christian. WILLIAM DRUMMOND. SONNETS. I. O! IT is not to me, bright lamp of day, II. TRIUMPHING chariots, statutes, crowns of bays, Sky-treat'ning arches, the rewards of worth, Books heavenly-wise in sweet harmonious lays, Which men divine unto the world set forth : States which ambitious minds, in blood, do raise, From frozen Tanais unto sun-burnt Gange, Gigantic frames, held wonders rarely strange, Like spiders' webs, are made the sport of days: Nothing is constant but inconstant change; What's done still is undone, and when undone Into some other fashion doth it range: Thus goes the floating world beneath the moon; Wherefore my mind above time, motion, place, Rise up, and steps unknown to nature trace. III. Too long I followed have my fond desire, And till my soul forth of this body flee, IV. To spread the azure canopy of heaven, |