Imitations Of Horace, The First Epistle Of The Second Book By Alexander Pope

Imitations Of Horace, The First Epistle Of The Second Book Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain…

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The Dunciad, Book I By Alexander Pope

The Dunciad, Book I The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, her…

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Lines On Curll By Alexander Pope

Lines On Curll So when Curll’s Stomach the strong Drench o’ercame, (Infus’d in Vengenance of insulted Fame) Th’ Avenger sees, with a delighted Eye, His…

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The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 4 By Alexander Pope

The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 4 But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress’d, And secret passions labour’d in her breast. Not youthful kings in…

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Elegy To The Memory Of An Unfortunate Lady By Alexander Pope By Alexander Pope

Elegy To The Memory Of An Unfortunate Lady What beck’ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? ‘Tis she!–but…

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Solitude By Alexander Pope

Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds…

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Verses Left By Mr. Pope By Alexander Pope

Verses Left By Mr. Pope With no poetic ardour fir’d I press the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov’d, or here expir’d, Begets…

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Epistle Ii, To A Lady (Of The Characters Of Women ) By Alexander Pope

Epistle Ii, To A Lady (Of The Characters Of Women ) NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, “Most Women have no Characters…

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The Dunciad, Book Ii. By Alexander Pope

The Dunciad, Book Ii. High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shone Henley’s gilt tub, or Flecknoe’s Irish throne, Or that where on her Curlls…

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Ode On Solitude By Alexander Pope

Ode On Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground….

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The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 5 By Alexander Pope

The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 5 She said, the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp’d the Baron’s ears. In…

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Eloisa To Abelard By Alexander Pope

Eloisa To Abelard In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav’nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal’s…

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Sandys Ghost; A Proper Ballad On The New Ovid’s Metamorphosis By Alexander Pope

Sandys Ghost; A Proper Ballad On The New Ovid’s Metamorphosis Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you…

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Vertumnus And Pomona , Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Book 14 By Alexander Pope

Vertumnus And Pomona , Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Book 14 [v. 623-771] The fair Pomona flourish’d in his reign; Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train,…

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In Imitation Of E. Of Dorset, Artemisia By Alexander Pope

In Imitation Of E. Of Dorset, Artemisia Tho’ Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke; Yet in some…

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The Dunciad, Book Iv By Alexander Pope

The Dunciad, Book Iv Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night! Of darkness visible so much be…

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On A Fan Of The Author’s Design By Alexander Pope

On A Fan Of The Author’s Design Come gentle Air! th’ AEolian shepherd said, While Procris panted in the secret shade, Come, gentle Air, the…

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The Riddle Of The World By Alexander Pope

The Riddle Of The World Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of…

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Celia By Alexander Pope

Celia Celia, we know, is sixty-five, Yet Celia’s face is seventeen; Thus winter in her breast must live, While summer in her face is seen….

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On The Countess Of Burlington Cutting Paper By Alexander Pope

On The Countess Of Burlington Cutting Paper Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd, She would not do the least right thing, Either for goddess, or…

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Weeping By Alexander Pope

Weeping While Celia’s Tears make sorrow bright, Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes; The Sun, next those the fairest light, Thus from the Ocean…

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In Imitation Of Dr. Swift, The Happy Life Of A Country Parson By Alexander Pope

In Imitation Of Dr. Swift, The Happy Life Of A Country Parson Parson, these things in thy possessing Are better than the Bishop’s blessing. A…

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The Dying Christian To His Soul By Alexander Pope

The Dying Christian To His Soul Vital spark of heav’nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame, Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, O the pain, the…

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On Mr. Gay By Alexander Pope

On Mr. Gay Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild; In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child, With native Humour temp’ring virtuous Rage, Form’d to delight…

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The Temple Of Fame By Alexander Pope

The Temple Of Fame In that soft season, when descending show’rs Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow’rs; When op’ning buds salute the…

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Essay On Man By Alexander Pope

Essay On Man The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let us (since…

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Solitude, An Ode By Alexander Pope

Solitude, An Ode I. How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breaths his native air, In…

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Winter – The Fourth Pastoral, Or Daphne By Alexander Pope

Winter – The Fourth Pastoral, Or Daphne Lycidas. Thyrsis, the music of that murm’ring spring, Is not so mournful as the strains you sing. Nor…

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Inscription On A Grotto, The Work Of Nine Ladies. By Alexander Pope

Inscription On A Grotto, The Work Of Nine Ladies. Here, shunning idleness at once and praise, This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise; The glittering…

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The Fable Of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 9 By Alexander Pope

The Fable Of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393] She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs, When the fair Consort of her…

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On Seeing The Ladies Crux-Easton Walk In The Woods By The Grotto By Alexander Pope

On Seeing The Ladies Crux-Easton Walk In The Woods By The Grotto. Authors the world and their dull brains have traced To fix the ground…

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The Three Gentle Shepherds By Alexander Pope

The Three Gentle Shepherds Of gentle Philips will I ever sing, With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring. My numbers too for ever will I…

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Epistles To Several Persons, Epistle Iv, To Richard Boyle, By Alexander Pope

Epistles To Several Persons, Epistle Iv, To Richard Boyle, Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures, Et sermone opus…

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Song, By A Person Of Quality By Alexander Pope

Song, By A Person Of Quality I. Flutt’ring spread thy purple Pinions, Gentle Cupid, o’er my Heart; I a Slave in thy Dominions; Nature must…

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Universal Prayer By Alexander Pope

Universal Prayer Father of all! In every age, In ev’ry clime ador’d, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great…

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In Imitation Of Chaucer By Alexander Pope

In Imitation Of Chaucer Women ben full of Ragerie, Yet swinken not sans secresie. Thilke Moral shall ye understond, From Schoole-boy’s Tale of fayre Irelond,…

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The Iliad, Book Vi (Excerpt) By Alexander Pope

The Iliad, Book Vi (Excerpt) He said, and pass’d with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul’s far dearer part; At home he…

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Argus By Alexander Pope

Argus When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss’d, Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone, To…

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Ode On St. Cecilia’s Day By Alexander Pope

Ode On St. Cecilia’s Day I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the…

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To Mr. Thomas Southern, On His Birth-Day By Alexander Pope

To Mr. Thomas Southern, On His Birth-Day Resign’d to live, prepar’d to die, With not one sin, but poetry, This day Tom’s fair account has…

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An Essay On Man In Four Epistles, Epistle 1 By Alexander Pope

An Essay On Man In Four Epistles, Epistle 1 To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low…

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Sound And Sense By Alexander Pope

Sound And Sense True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. ‘Tis not enough no…

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Windsor Forest By Alexander Pope

Windsor Forest Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats, At once the Monarch’s and the Muse’s seats, Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids! Unlock…

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In Imitation Of E. Of Rochester, On Silence By Alexander Pope

In Imitation Of E. Of Rochester, On Silence I. Silence! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature’s-self began to be, ‘Twas one vast Nothing, all,…

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The Looking-Glass, On Mrs. Pulteney By Alexander Pope

The Looking-Glass, On Mrs. Pulteney With scornful mien, and various toss of air, Fantastic vain, and insolently fair, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain, She looks…

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An Essay On Criticism By Alexander Pope

An Essay On Criticism Part I INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as to write ill, and a more dangerous…

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On A Certain Lady At Court By Alexander Pope

On A Certain Lady At Court I know the thing that’s most uncommon; (Envy be silent and attend!) I know a Reasonable Woman, Handsome and…

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To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu By Alexander Pope

To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu I. In beauty, or wit, No mortal as yet To question your empire has dared, But men of discerning Have…

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Farewell To London By Alexander Pope

Farewell To London Dear, damn’d distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I’ll tease, This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at…

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Spring – The First Pastoral ; Or Damon By Alexander Pope

Spring – The First Pastoral ; Or Damon First in these fields I try the sylvan strains, Nor blush to sport on Windsor’s blissful plains,…

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You Know Where You Did Despise By Alexander Pope

You Know Where You Did Despise You know where you did despise (Tother day) my little Eyes, Little Legs, and little Thighs, And some things,…

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In Imitation Of Cowley, The Garden By Alexander Pope

In Imitation Of Cowley, The Garden Fain would my Muse the flow’ry Treasures sing, And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where opening Roses breathing…

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The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 1 By Alexander Pope

The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 1 Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from…

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Chorus Of Athenians By Alexander Pope

Chorus Of Athenians Strophe I. Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought; Groves, where immortal Sages taught; Where heav’nly visions of Plato fir’d, And Epicurus…

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Prayer Of St. Francis Xavier By Alexander Pope

Prayer Of St. Francis Xavier Thou art my God, sole object of my love; Not for the hope of endless joys above; Nor for the…

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To The Author Of A Poem Entitled Succession By Alexander Pope

To The Author Of A Poem Entitled Succession Begone, ye Critics, and restrain your spite, Codrus writes on, and will for ever write, The heaviest…

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From An Essay On Man By Alexander Pope

From An Essay On Man Heav’n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib’d, their present state, From brutes what…

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Summer By Alexander Pope

Summer See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray’d, And chaste Diana haunts…

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Lines Written In Windsor Forest By Alexander Pope

Lines Written In Windsor Forest All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade! Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours! Where the kind Muses met…

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The Messiah , A Sacred Eclogue By Alexander Pope

The Messiah , A Sacred Eclogue Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song, To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains, and the sylvan…

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