TO MR. DRYDEN
by: Joseph Addison (1672-1719)
- OW long,
great Poet, shall thy sacred lays
- Provoke our wonder, and transcend our praise?
- Can eneither injuries of time, or age,
- Damp thy poetic heat, and quench thy rage?
- No so thy Ovid in his exile wrote,
- Grief chill'd his breast,and check'd his rising thought:
- Pensive and sad, his drooping Muse betrays
- The Roman genius in its last decays.
- Prevailing warmth has still thy mind possest,
- And second youth is kindled in thy breast;
- Thou mak'st the beauties of the Romans known,
- And England boasts of riches not her own;
- Thy lines have heighten'd Virgil's majesty,
- And Horace wonders at himself in thee.
- Thou teachest Persius to inform our isle
- In smoother numbers, and a clearer style;
- And Juvenal, instructed in thy page,
- Edges his satire, and improves his rage,
- Thy copy casts a fairer light on all,
- And still out-shines, the bright original.
- Now Ovid boasts th' advanage of thy song,
- And tells his story in the British tongue;
- Thy charming verse, and fair translations, show
- How thy own laurel first began to grow:
- How wild Lycaon, chang'd by angry gods,
- And frighted at himself, ran howling through the woods.
- O may'st thou still the noble talk prolong,
- Nor age, nor sickness, interrupt thy song:
- Then may we wondering read, how human limbs
- Have water'd kingdoms, and dissolv'd in streams;
- Of those rich fruits that on the fertile mold
- Turn'd yellow by degrees, and ripen'd into gold:
- How some in feathers, or a ragged hide,
- Have liv'd a second life, and different natures try'd.
- Then will thy Ovid, thus transform'd, reveal
- A nobler change than he himself can tell.
"To Mr. Dryden" is reprinted
from The Works of the English Poets,With Prefaces, Biographical
and Critical, vol. 23. Samuel Johnson. London: H. Baldwin,
1779. |
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