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Название: The Golden Treasury

Автор: Various

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СКАЧАТЬ His providence extending everywhere,

       His justice which proud rebels doth not spare,

       In every page, no period of the same.

       But silly we, like foolish children, rest

       Well pleased with colour'd vellum, leaves of gold,

       Fair dangling ribbands, leaving what is best,

       On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold;

       Or if by chance we stay our minds on aught,

       It is some picture on the margin wrought.

       W. DRUMMOND.

      59.

       Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?

       Is this the justice which on Earth we find?

       Is this that firm decree which all doth bind?

       Are these your influences, Powers above?

       Those souls which vice's moody mists most blind,

       Blind Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove;

       And they who thee, poor idle Virtue! love,

       Ply like a feather toss'd by storm and wind.

       Ah! if a Providence doth sway this all,

       Why should best minds groan under most distress?

       Or why should pride humility make thrall,

       And injuries the innocent oppress?

       Heavens! hinder, stop this fate; or grant a time

       When good may have, as well as bad, their prime!

       W. DRUMMOND.

      60. THE WORLD'S WAY.

       Tired with all these, for restful death I cry—

       As, to behold desert a beggar born,

       And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,

       And purest faith unhappily forsworn,

       And gilded honour shamefully misplaced,

       And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,

       And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,

       And strength by limping sway disabléd

       And art made tongue-tied by authority,

       And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,

       And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,

       And captive Good attending captain Ill:—

      —Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,

       Save that, to die, I leave my Love alone.

       W. SHAKESPEARE.

      61. SAINT JOHN BAPTIST.

       The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King

       Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild,

       Among that savage brood the woods forth bring,

       Which he more harmless found than man, and mild.

       His food was locusts, and what there doth spring

       With honey that from virgin hives distill'd;

       Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing

       Made him appear, long since from earth exiled.

       There burst he forth: All ye whose hopes rely

       On God, with me amidst these deserts mourn,

       Repent, repent, and from old errors turn!

      —Who listen'd to his voice, obey'd his cry?

       Only the echoes, which he made relent,

       Rung from their flinty caves, Repent! Repent!

       W. DRUMMOND.

       Table of Contents

       Table of Contents

      This division, embracing the latter eighty years of the seventeenth century, contains the close of our Early poetical style and the commencement of the Modern. In Dryden we see the first master of the new: in Milton, whose genius dominates here as Shakespeare's in the former book—the crown and consummation of the early period. Their splendid Odes are far in advance of any prior attempts, Spenser's excepted: they exhibit the wider and grander range which years and experience and the struggles of the time conferred on Poetry. Poetry now gave expression to political feeling, to religious thought, to a high philosophic statesmanship in writers such as Marvell, Herbert, and Wotton: whilst in Marvell and Milton, again, we find the first noble attempts at pure description of nature, destined in our own ages to be continued and equalled. Meanwhile the poetry of simple passion, although before 1660 often deformed by verbal fancies and conceits of thought, and afterward by levity and an artificial tone—produced in Herrick and Waller some charming pieces of more finished art than the Elizabethan: until in the courtly compliments of Sedley it seems to exhaust itself, and lie almost dormant for the hundred years between the days of Wither and Suckling and the days of Burns and Cowper.—That the change from our early style to the modern brought with it at first a loss of nature and simplicity is undeniable: yet the far bolder and wider scope which Poetry took between 1620 and 1700, and the successful efforts then made to gain greater clearness in expression, in their results have been no slight compensation.

       62. ODE ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY.

       This is the month, and this the happy morn

       Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King

       Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,

       Our great redemption from above did bring;

       For so the holy sages once did sing

       That He our deadly forfeit should release,

       And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.

       That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,

       And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty

       Wherewith СКАЧАТЬ