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The World's Greatest Books — Volume 01 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 02 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 03 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 04 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 05 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 06 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 07 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 08 — Fiction от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 09 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 10 — Lives and Letters от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 11 — Ancient and Mediæval History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 12 — Modern History от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 13 — Religion and Philosophy от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 14 — Philosophy and Economics от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 15 — Science от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 17 — Poetry and Drama от Неизвестный
The world's greatest books от Mee, Arthur, 1875-1943, joint editor & Hammerton, John Alexander, Sir, 1871-1949, joint editor & McClure, S. S. (Samuel Sidney), 1857-1949, joint editor
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 19 — Travel and Adventure от Неизвестный
The World's Greatest Books — Volume 20 — Miscellaneous Literature and Index от Неизвестный
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Opens by just degrees his whole design.

ACTION AND NARRATION IN PLAYS

The business of the drama must appear

In action or description. What we hear,

With slower passion to the heart proceeds

Than when an audience views the very deeds.

But let not such upon the stage be brought

Which better should behind the scenes be wrought;

Nor force the unwilling audience to behold

What may with vivid elegance be told.

Let not Medea with unnatural rage

Murder her little children on the stage.

GOOD SENSE A WELL-SPRING OF POETRY

Good sense, the fountain of the muse's art,

Let the strong page of Socrates impart;

For if the mind with clear conceptions glow,

The willing words in just expressions flow.

The poet who with nice discernment knows

What to his country and his friends he owes;

How various nature warms the human breast,

To love the parent, brother, friend, or guest;

What the high duties of our judges are,

Of senator or general sent to war;

He surely knows, with nice self-judging art,

The strokes peculiar to each different part.

Keep nature's great original in view,

And thence the living images pursue.

For when the sentiments and manners please,

And all the characters are wrought with ease,

Your play, though weak in beauty, force, and art,

More strongly shall delight, and warm the heart,

Than where a lifeless pomp of verse appears,

And with sonorous trifles charms our ears.

PERFECTION CANNOT BE EXPECTED

Where beauties in a poem faults outshine,

I am not angry if a casual line

(That with some trivial blot unequal flows)

A careless hand or human frailty shows.

Then shall I angrily see no excuse

If honest Homer slumber o'er his muse?

Yet surely sometimes an indulgent sleep

O'er works of length allowably may creep!

A HIGH STANDARD MUST BE EXACTED

In certain subjects, Piso, be assured,

Tame mediocrity may be endured.

But god, and man, and booksellers deny

A poet's right to mediocrity!

ARE POETS BORN OR MADE?

'Tis long disputed whether poems claim

From art or nature their best right to fame;

But art, if un-enriched by nature's vein,

And a rude genius of uncultured strain,

Are useless both: they must be fast combined

And mutual succour in each other find.

Odes

A DEDICATION

Mæcenas, sprung from regal line,

Bulwark and dearest glory mine!

Some love to stir Olympic dust

With glowing chariot-wheels which just

Avoid the goal, and win a prize

Fit for the rulers of the skies.

One joys in triple civic fame

Conferred by fickle Rome's acclaim;

Another likes from Libya's plain

To store his private barns with grain;

A third who, with unceasing toil,

Hoes cheerful the paternal soil,

No promised wealth of Attalus

Shall tempt to venture timorous

Sailing in Cyprian bark to brave

The terrors of Myrtoan wave.

Others in tented fields rejoice,

Trumpets and answering clarion-voice.

Be mine the ivy, fair reward,

Which blissful crowns the immortal bard;

Be mine amid the breezy grove,

In sacred solitude to rove—

To see the nymphs and satyrs bound,

Light dancing in the mazy round,

While all the tuneful muses join

Their various harmony divine.

Count me but in the lyric choir—

My crest shall to the stars aspire.

TO PYRRHA

What slender youth bedewed with liquid odours

Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,

Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he

On faith and changed gods complain, and seas

Rough with black winds, and storms

Unwonted shall admire!

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,

Who always vacant, always amiable

Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful. Hapless they

To whom thou untried seem'st fair. Me, in my vowed

Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung

My dank and dropping weeds

To the stern god of sea.

WINTER CHEER

Seest thou yon mountain laden with deep snow

The groves beneath their fleecy burthen bow,

The streams congealed, forget to flow?

Come, thaw the cold, and lay a cheerful pile

Of fuel on the hearth;

Broach the best cask and make old winter smile

With seasonable mirth.

This be our part—let Heaven dispose the rest;

If Jove commands, the winds shall sleep

That now wage war upon the foamy deep,

And gentle gales spring from the balmy west.

E'en let us shift to-morrow as we may:

When to-morrow's passed away,

We at least shall have to say,

We have lived another day;

Your auburn locks will soon be silvered o'er,

Old age is at our heels, and youth returns no more.

"GATHER YE ROSEBUDS WHILE YE MAY"

Secure those golden early joys,

That youth unsoured with sorrow bears,

Ere withering time the taste destroys

With sickness and unwieldy years.

For active sports, for pleasing rest,

This is the time to be possessed;

The best is but in season best.

The appointed tryst of promised bliss,

The pleasing whisper in the dark,

The half-unwilling willing kiss,

The laugh that guides thee to the mark,

When the kind nymph would coyness feign,

And hides but to be found again—

These, these are joys the gods for youth ordain.

GOD AND EMPEROR

Saturnian Jove, parent and guardian god

Of human kind, to thee the Fates award

The care of Cæsar's reign; to thine alone

Inferior, let his empire rise.

Whether the Parthian's formidable power

Or Indians or the Seres of the East,

With humbled pride beneath his triumph fall,

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