To The Memory Of Mr Oldham by John Dryden
By John Dryden
Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls were near allied, and thine Cast in the same poetic mould with mine. One common note on either lyre did strike, And knaves and fools we both abhorred 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 performed and won the race. O early ripe! to thy abundant store What could advancing age have added more?
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"Farewell, too little and too lately known,..."
"To The Memory Of Mr Oldham" by John Dryden is a deep english poem consisting of 25 lines. This English poem by John Dryden demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own;...", this piece explores themes of deep through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. John Dryden's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.