Notes that wing their heavenly ways VII Orpheus could lead the savage race; But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher; An angel heard, and straight appeared, Mistaking earth for heaven. Grand Chorus As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, To all the bless'd above; So when the last and dreadful hour 50 55 60 THE PERIOD OF CLASSICISM MATTHEW PRIOR 1664-1721 AN ODE THE merchant, to secure his treasure, My softest verse, my darling lyre, Upon Euphelia's toilet lay; When Chloe noted her desire, That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise; But with my numbers mix my sighs: And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise, I fix my soul on Chloe's eyes. Fair Chloe blush'd: Euphelia frown'd : And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd how ill we all dissembled. JOHN GAY 1685-1732 GO, ROSE, MY CHLOE'S BOSOM GRACE 'Go, rose, my Chloe's bosom grace! How happy should I prove, Might I supply that envied place With never-fading love! 5 ΙΟ 15 There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye, I see thy with'ring head reclined With envy and despair! One common fate we both must prove; O, RUDDIER THAN THE CHERRY [From Acis and Galatea] O, RUDDIER than the cherry! O, Nymph more bright Ripe as the melting cluster ! No lily has such luster! Yet hard to tame As raging flame; And fierce as storms that bluster ! ALEXANDER POPE 1688-1744 AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM [From Part II] Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools, 5 ΙΟ 5 ΙΟ Whatever nature has in worth denied, She gives in large recruits of needful pride; What wants in blood and spirits, swelled with wind: If once right reason drives that cloud away, A little learning is a dang'rous thing; Fired at first sight with what the muse imparts, So pleased at first the tow'ring Alps we try, Th' increasing prospect tires our wand'ring eyes, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last : 30 A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ: Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find 35 Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind; Nor lose for that malignant dull delight, The gen'rous pleasure to be charmed with wit. But, in such lays as neither ebb nor flow, Correctly cold, and regularly low, That, shunning faults, one quiet tenor keep; But the joint force and full result of all. Thus when we view some well-proportioned dome, All comes united to th' admiring eyes ; 40 45 50 No monstrous height, or breadth, or length appear; Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. 55 Since none can compass more than they intend; 60 65 Once on a time, La Mancha's Knight, they say, A certain bard encount'ring on the way, Discoursed in terms as just, with looks as sage, 70 As e'er could Dennis of the Grecian stage; Produced his play, and begged the knight's advice; |