Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EPILOGUE TO THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD, 1674, by JOHN DRYDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oft has our poet wisht [wished], this happy seat Last Line: Judges so just, so knowing, and so kind. Variant Title(s): Epilogue Spoken At Oxford By Mrs. Marshall Subject(s): Muses; Oxford University; Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
Oft has our Poet wisht, this happy Seat Might prove his fading Muses last retreat. I wonder'd at his wish, but now I find He sought for quiet, and content of mind; Which noiseful Towns, and Courts can never know, And only in the shades like Laurels grow. Youth, e'er it sees the World, here studies rest, And Age returning thence concludes it best. What wonder if we court that happiness Yearly to share, which hourly you possess, Teaching ev'n you, (while the vext World we show,) Your Peace to value more, and better know? 'Tis all we can return for favours past, Whose holy Memory shall ever last, For Patronage from him whose care presides O'er every noble Art, and every Science guides: Bathurst, a name the learn'd with reverence know, And scarcely more to his own Virgil owe. Whose Age enjoys but what his Youth deserv'd, To rule those Muses whom before he serv'd: His Learning, and untainted Manners too We find (Athenians) are deriv'd to you; Such ancient hospitality there rests, In yours, as dwelt in the first Grecian Breasts, Whose kindness was Religion to their Guests. Such Modesty did to our Sex appear As had there been no Laws we need not fear, Since each of you was our Protector here. Converse so chast, and so strict Virtue shown, As might Apollo with the Muses own. Till our return we must despair to find Judges so just, so knowing, and so kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN |
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