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“ Hail, universal Lord! Be bounteous still To give us only good; and, if the night Have gathered aught of evil, or concealed, Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.”
So prayed they innocent, and to their thoughts Firm peace recovered soon, and wonted calm.
On to their morning's rural work they haste, Among sweet dews and flowers.
A. MARVELL-Born, 1620 ; Died, 1678.
Marvell was Assistant to Milton as Latin Secretary of Cromwell. He sat in Parliament after the Restoration. He was a man of great integrity. His fame as a wit, satirist, and poet has never equalled his real merit.
THE GIRL DESCRIBES HER FAWN.
WITH sweetest milk and sugar
It is a wondrous thing how fleet 'Twas on those little silver feet;
With what a pretty skipping grace
We would now say lay.
HENRY VAUGHAN.-Born, 1621; Died, 1695.
Vaughan was born in Wales; studied at Oxford, and then in London. Thence, he removed to Wales, when the civil war broke out, and studied medicine, of which he became an eminent practitioner in his native place. He did not write much, and the piece here quoted is, perhaps, his best. The image in the sixth verse is especially beautiful.
They are all gone into the world of light !
And I alone sit lingering here!
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
Like stars upon some gloomy grove,
After the Sun's remove.
Whose light doth trample on my days;
Mere glimmerings and decays.
High as the Heavens above! These are your walks, and
have show'd them me To kindle
cold love. Dear, beauteous Death; the jewel of the just
Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark !
IIe that hath found some fledg’d bird's nest may know
At first sight if the bird be flown;
That is to him unknown.
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
And into glory peep.
Dryden ranks as, perhaps, the first English poet of the second rank. His satires are exquisite, and there is no finer English than his prose. He wrote a number of tragedies, &c., but they were in rhyme, and followed the vicious taste of the day in their construction, so that they have fallen into neglect. The ode that follows is in praise of music, and describes its effects on the mind at a banquet supposed to have been given by Alexander the Great.
'Twas at the royal feast, for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son ;'
On his imperial throne :
1 Alexander the Great.
2 desert, merit.
The lovely Thais, by his side,
None but the brave,
None but the brave,
Timotheus, placed on high,
Amid the tuneful choir,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
And heavenly joys inspire.
When he to fair Olympia® press'd,
The listening crowd admire the lofty sound:
With ravish'd ears
3 Thais, a lovely Athenian who ac
companied Alexander to the East. 4 Timotheus, a famous musician
and poet who lived in Alexander's day.
6 It flattered Alexander by tracing
his parentage from Jupiter.