Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY DEAR FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN; PINDARIC ODE, by OCTAVIAN PULLEYN First Line: Within the haunted thicket, where Last Line: My very kind well wishes to my friend. Subject(s): Flatman, Thomas (1637-1688) | ||||||||
I. WITHIN the haunted thicket, where The feather'd choristers are met to play; And celebrate with voices clear, And accents sweet, the praise of May: The ouzel, thrush, and speckled lark, And Philomel, that loves the dawn and dark: These (the inspired throng) In numbers smooth and strong Adorn their noble theme with an immortal song, While woods and vaults, the brook and neighbouring hill, Repeat the varied close and the melodious trill. II. Here feast your ears, but let their eye Wander, and see one of the lesser fry Under a leaf, or on a dancing twig, Ruffle his painted feathers, and look big, Perk up his tail, and hop between The boughs; by moving, only to be seen, Perhaps his troubled breast he prunes, As he doth meditate his tunes: At last (compos'd) his little head he rears, Towards (what he strives to imitate) the spheres; And chirping then begins his best, Falls on to pipe among the rest; Deeming that all's not worth a rush, Without his whistle from the bush. III. Th' harmonious sound did reach my ear, That echo'd thy clear name, Which all must know, who e'er did hear Of Cowley or Orinda's fame; I heard the Genius, with surprising grace, Would visit us with his fair offspring, gay As is the morning spring in May; But fairer much, and of immortal race. IV. Delighted greatly, as I list'ning stood, The sound came from each corner of the wood; It both the shrubs and cedars shak'd, And my drowsy Muse awak'd; Strange that the sound should be so shrill, That had its passage through a quill. Then I resolv'd thy praises to rehearse, The wonders of thy pen, among the crowd Of thy learn'd friends that sing so loud: But 'twas not to be sung, or reach'd in verse. By my weak notes, scarce to be heard, Or if they could, not worth regard; Desisting therefore I must only send My very kind well wishes to my friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EXCELLENT POEMS OF MY MOST WORTHY FRIEND, MR. THOMAS FLATMAN by CHARLES COTTON TO MY WORTHY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, UPON PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by FRANCIS KNOLLYS TO HIS ESTEEMED FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, UPON PUBLISHING OF POEMS by RICHARD NEWCOURT TO HIS WORTHY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, ON THE PUBLISHING OF POEMS by WALTER POPE TO THE AUTHOR ON HIS EXCELLENT POEMS by NAHUM TATE TO MY FRIEND MR. THOMAS FLATMAN, UPON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEMS by ROBERT THOMPSON ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST YOUNG SAMMY'S FIRST WILD OATS by GEORGE SANTAYANA ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |
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