William Henry Drummond (April 13, 1854 – April 6, 1907) was an Irish-born Canadian poet. He was elected a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature of the United Kingdom in 1898 and a fellow of the Royal Society of Canada in 1899.
to the pious memory of the accomplished young lady mrs. anne killigrew
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
Made in the last promotion of the Blest;...[read poem]
Made in the last promotion of the Blest;...
to my honor'd friend, dr. charleton
The longest tyranny that ever sway'd
Was that wherein our ancestors betray'd
Their free-bo...[read poem]
Was that wherein our ancestors betray'd
Their free-bo...
the hind and the panther: part i
A milk-white Hind, immortal and unchang'd,
Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd;
Wit...[read poem]
Fed on the lawns, and in the forest rang'd;
Wit...
religio laici
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is re...[read poem]
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is re...
mac flecknoe
All human things are subject to decay,
And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey:
This Fl...[read poem]
And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey:
This Fl...
a song for st. cecilia's day, 1687
From harmony, from Heav'nly harmony
This universal frame began.
When Nature...[read poem]
This universal frame began.
When Nature...
de nice leetle canadienne
You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak,
Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre,
Tak' car o...[read poem]
Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre,
Tak' car o...
your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reaped
Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd;
Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:...[read poem]
Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd:...
you charm'd me not with that fair face
You charm'd me not with that fair face
Though it was all divine:
To be another's is th...[read poem]
Though it was all divine:
To be another's is th...
alexander's feast
'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son:
Aloft in aw...[read poem]
By Philip's warlike son:
Aloft in aw...
to the memory of mr. oldham
Farewell, too little and too lately known,
Whom I began to think and call my own;
For sure...[read poem]
Whom I began to think and call my own;
For sure...
absalom and achitophel: the second part
...
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some,
For here's a tun of midnight-w...[read poem]
Now stop your noses, readers, all and some,
For here's a tun of midnight-w...
marriage a-la-mode
Why should a foolish marriage vow,
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other ...[read poem]
Which long ago was made,
Oblige us to each other ...
a song from the italian from limberham: or, the kind keeper
By a dismal cypress lying,
Damon cried, all pale and dying,
Kind is death that ends my pai...[read poem]
Damon cried, all pale and dying,
Kind is death that ends my pai...
to my dear friend mr. congreve on his comedy call'd the double dealer
Well then; the promis'd hour is come at last;
The present age of wit obscures the past:
St...[read poem]
The present age of wit obscures the past:
St...
the secular masque
Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,
An hundred times the rolling sun
Around the radiant belt ...[read poem]
An hundred times the rolling sun
Around the radiant belt ...
fair iris i love and hourly i die
Fair Iris I love and hourly I die,
But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:
She's fickle a...[read poem]
But not for a lip nor a languishing eye:
She's fickle a...
calm was the even, and clear was the sky
Calm was the even, and clear was the sky,
And the new budding flowers did spring,
When...[read poem]
And the new budding flowers did spring,
When...
from troilus and cressida
Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing if love were away?...[read poem]
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing if love were away?...
veni, creator spiritus
Creator Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit ev'ry pi...[read poem]
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come, visit ev'ry pi...
song to a fair young lady going out of town in the spring
Ask not the cause why sullen spring
So long delays her flow'rs to bear;
Why warbling...[read poem]
So long delays her flow'rs to bear;
Why warbling...
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