1Farewell, too little and too lately known,
2Whom I began to think and call my own;
3For sure our souls were near ally'd; and thine
4Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
5One common note on either lyre did strike,
6And knaves and fools we both abhorr'd alike:
7To the same goal did both our studies drive,
8The last set out the soonest did arrive.
9Thus Nisus fell upon the slippery place,
10While his young friend perform'd and won the race.
11O early ripe! to thy abundant store
12What could advancing age have added more?
13It might (what nature never gives the young)
14Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue.
15But satire needs not those, and wit will shine
16Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
17A noble error, and but seldom made,
18When poets are by too much force betray'd.
19Thy generous fruits, though gather'd ere their prime
20Still show'd a quickness; and maturing time
21But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme.
22Once more, hail and farewell; farewell thou young,
23But ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue;
24Thy brows with ivy, and with laurels bound;
25But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.
1Farewell, too little and too lately known,
2Whom I began to think and call my own;
3For sure our souls were near ally'd; and thine
4Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
5One common note on either lyre did strike,
6And knaves and fools we both abhorr'd alike:
7To the same goal did both our studies drive,
8The last set out the soonest did arrive.
9Thus Nisus fell upon the slippery place,
10While his young friend perform'd and won the race.
11O early ripe! to thy abundant store
12What could advancing age have added more?
13It might (what nature never gives the young)
14Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue.
15But satire needs not those, and wit will shine
16Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
17A noble error, and but seldom made,
18When poets are by too much force betray'd.
19Thy generous fruits, though gather'd ere their prime
20Still show'd a quickness; and maturing time
21But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme.
22Once more, hail and farewell; farewell thou young,
23But ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue;
24Thy brows with ivy, and with laurels bound;
25But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.
Farewell, too little and too lately known,
Whom I began to think and call my own;
For sure our souls were near ally'd; and thine
Cast in the same poetic mould with mine.
One common note on either lyre did strike,
And knaves and fools we both abhorr'd alike:
To the same goal did both our studies drive,
The last set out the soonest did arrive.
Thus Nisus fell upon the slippery place,
While his young friend perform'd and won the race.
O early ripe! to thy abundant store
What could advancing age have added more?
It might (what nature never gives the young)
Have taught the numbers of thy native tongue.
But satire needs not those, and wit will shine
Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.
A noble error, and but seldom made,
When poets are by too much force betray'd.
Thy generous fruits, though gather'd ere their prime
Still show'd a quickness; and maturing time
But mellows what we write to the dull sweets of rhyme.
Once more, hail and farewell; farewell thou young,
But ah too short, Marcellus of our tongue;
Thy brows with ivy, and with laurels bound;
But fate and gloomy night encompass thee around.
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Mr. Oldham — Learn more about John Oldham, the poet this poem celebrates. Oldham and Dryden were both part of a lively circle of London-based writers in the 17th century.
Dryden as Laureate — Read a short history of British Poets Laureate, including the tale of how Dryden (the first to carry the title) was succeeded by one of his own rivals.