Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MADRIGAL: 3, by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Like the idalian queen Last Line: A hyacinth I wished me in her hand. Alternate Author Name(s): Drummond, William | ||||||||
LIKE the Idalian Queen, Her hair about her eyne With neek and breast's ripe apples to be seen, At first glance of the morn, In Cyprus' gardens gathering those fair flowers Which of her blood were born, I saw, but fainting saw, my paramours. The Graces naked danced about the place, The winds and trees amazed With silence on her gazed; The flowers did smile like those upon her face, And as their aspen stalks those fingers band, That she might read my case, A hyacinth I wished me in her hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVOCATION [TO LOVE] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SONNET: 46 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE BOOK [OF THE WORLD] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN A NYMPH'S SONG; OF THE TRUE HAPPINESS by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN CHANGE SHOULD BREED CHANGE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN DESPITE ALL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ILLUSIONS by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN |
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