Love
To a Swallow building neare the Statue of Medea
Love
FOnd Progne, chattering wretch,
That is Medea, there,
Wilt thou thy Younglings hatch?
Will she keep thine, her own who could not spare?
Learne from her frantick face
To seek some fitter place.
What other may'st thou hope for, what desire,
Save Stygian spels, wounds, poyson, iron, fire?
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Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “To a Swallow building neare the Statue of Medea.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/195/.
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Drummond, William, of Hawthornden. “To a Swallow building neare the Statue of Medea.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/drummond/195/.
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