Author: William Drummond

Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon’s mother from her Tithon’s bed That […]

My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring […]

Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on earth we find? Is […]