Ben Jonson to Dryden

Ben Jonson to Dryden

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1881 edition. Excerpt: ...meet thee there, saidst thou, With such a voice, and such a brow, As put the trembling ghost to sudden flight, It vanished as a taper's light Goes out when spirits appear in sight. One would have thought 't had heard the morning crow, Or seen her well-appointed star Come marching up the eastern hill afar. Nor durst it in Philippi's field appear, But unseen attacked thee there. Had it presumed in any shape thee to oppose, Thou wouldst have forced it back upon thy foes: Or slain 't like Caesar, though it be A conqueror and a monarch mightier far than he. What joy can human things to us afford, When we see perish thus by odd events, Ill men, and wretched accidents, The best cause and best man that ever drew a sword? When we see The false Octavius, and wild Antony, Godlike Brutus, conquer thee? What can we say but thine own tragic word, That virtue, which had worshipped been by thee As the most solid good, and greatest deity, By this fatal proof became An idol only. and a name? Hold, noble Brutus, and restrain The bold voice of thy generous disdain: These mighty gulfs are yet Too deep for all thy judgment and thy wit. The time's set forth already which shall quell Stiff reason, when it offers to rebel; Which these great secrets shall unseal, And new philosophies reveal. A few years more, so soon hadst thou not died, Would have confounded human virtue's pride, And shew'd thee a God crucified. Thou in the moon's bright chariot proud and gay Dost thy bright wood of stars survey; And all the year dost with thee bring Of thousand flow'ry lights thine own nocturnal spring. Thou Scythian-like dost round thy lands above The sun's gilt tent for ever move, And still as thou in pomp dost go The...show more

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  • Paperback | 144 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 268g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236900707
  • 9781236900708