ADDISON. An Account of the greatest English Poets. [1694 SINCE, dearest Harry, you will needs request Have spent their noble rage in British rimes; Long had our dull forefathers slept supine, Chaucer. Old Spenser next, warm'd with poetic rage, Spenser. In ancient tales amused a barbarous age; Cowley. Where'er the poet's fancy led, pursued Great Cowley then, a mighty genius, wrote, He more had pleased us, had he pleased us less. O'erflows the heavens with one continued light; The unnumber'd beauties of thy verse with blame; But wit like thine in any shape will please. Blest man! whose spotless life and charming lays But Milton next, with high and haughty stalks, Nor earth's wide scene confine his hallow'd rage. Shakes heaven's eternal throne with dire alarms, What sounds of brazen wheels, what thunder, And stun the reader with the din of war! O, had the poet ne'er profaned his pen, Milton. |