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Title : Selected Poems of John Dryden
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Selected Poems of John Dryden Reviews

  • Jamie
    2018-09-25 17:05

    Quite an extensive use of traditional poetry rhyme to deliver a range of stories, songs and eulogies. Religio Laici and A New Song where my favorites, and what follows is an extract from the former:Religio LaiciDim as the borrow'd beams of moon and starsTo lonely, wear, wand'ring travelers,Is Reason to the soul' and, as on highThose rolling fires discover but the sky,Not light us here, so Reason's glimmering ray,Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way,But guide us upward to a better day.And as those nightly tapers disappear,When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere;So pale grows Reason at Religion's sight;So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light.Some few, whose lamp shone brighter, have been ledFrom cause to cause, to nature's secret head;And found that one first principle must be:But what, or who, that UNIVERSAL HE;Whether some soul encompassing this ball,Unmade, unmov'd; yet making, moving all;Or various atoms' interfering danceLeapt into form, (the noble work of chance)Or this great all was from eternity;Not ev'n the Stagirite himself could see,And Epicurus guess'd as well as he:As blindly grop'd they for a future state;As rashly judg'd of providence and fate:But least of all could their endeavors findWhat most concern'd the good of humankind;For happiness was never to be found,But vanish'd from 'em like enchanted ground.One thought content the good to be enjoy'd;This ever little accident destroy'd:The wiser madmen did for virtue toil,A thorny, or at best a barren soil;In pleasure some their glutton souls would steep,But found their line too short, the well too deep,And leaky vessels which no bliss could keep.Thus anxious thoughts in endless circles roll,Without a center where to fix the soul;In this wild maze their vain endeavors end:How can the less the greater comprehend?Or finite reason reach Infinity?For what could fathom GOD were more than He.