Place me where
angry Titan burns the Moor,
And thirsty Afric fiery monsters
brings,
Or where the new-born phoenix
spreads her wings,
And troops of wond’ring
birds her flight adore:
Place me by Gange, or Ind’s
empamper’d shore,
Where smiling heavens on earth
cause double springs:
Place me where Neptune’s
quire of Syrens sings,
Or where, made hoarse through
cold, he leaves to roar:
Me place where Fortune doth
her darlings crown,
A wonder or a spark in Envy’s
eye,
Or late outrageous fates upon
me frown,
And pity wailing, see disaster’d
me.
Affection’s print my
mind so deep doth prove,
I may forget myself, but not
my love.
DRUMMOND.
SONNET CXIV.
O d’ ardente virtute ornata e calda.
HE CELEBRATES LAURA’S BEAUTY AND VIRTUE.
O mind, by ardent
virtue graced and warm’d.
To whom my pen so oft pours
forth my heart;
Mansion of noble probity,
who art
A tower of strength ’gainst
all assault full arm’d.
O rose effulgent, in whose
foldings, charm’d,
We view with fresh carnation
snow take part!
O pleasure whence my wing’d
ideas start
To that bless’d vision
which no eye, unharm’d,
Created, may approach—thy
name, if rhyme
Could bear to Bactra and to
Thule’s coast,
Nile, Tanais, and Calpe should
resound,
And dread Olympus.—But
a narrower bound
Confines my flight: and
thee, our native clime
Between the Alps and Apennine
must boast.
CAPEL LOFFT.
With glowing virtue
graced, of warm heart known,
Sweet Spirit! for whom so
many a page I trace,
Tower in high worth which
foundest well thy base!
Centre of honour, perfect,
and alone!
O blushes! on fresh snow like
roses thrown,
Wherein I read myself and
mend apace;
O pleasures! lifting me to
that fair face
Brightest of all on which
the sun e’er shone.
Oh! if so far its sound may
reach, your name
On my fond verse shall travel
West and East,
From southern Nile to Thule’s
utmost bound.
But such full audience since
I may not claim,
It shall be heard in that
fair land at least
Which Apennine divides, which
Alps and seas surround.
MACGREGOR.
SONNET CXV.
Quando ’l voler, che con duo sproni ardenti.
HER LOOKS BOTH COMFORT AND CHECK HIM.
When, with two
ardent spurs and a hard rein,
Passion, my daily life who
rules and leads,
From time to time the usual
law exceeds
That calm, at least in part,
my spirits may gain,
It findeth her who, on my
forehead plain,
The dread and daring of my
deep heart reads,