Alexander Pope

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

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 The balanc’d world, and open all the main; Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend, At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend;... »

The Dunciad, Book I By Alexander Pope

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 instruments the great! Called to this work by Dulness, Jove, and Fate; You by whose care, in vain decried and cursed, Still Dunce the second reigns like Dunce the first; Say h... »

Lines On Curll By Alexander Pope

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 long Jaws open, and his Colour fly; And while his Guts the keen Emeticks urge, Smiles on the Vomit, and enjoys the Purge. »

The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 4 By Alexander Pope

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 battle seiz’d alive, Not scornful virgins who their charms survive, Not ardent lovers robb’d of all their bliss, Not ancient ladies w... »

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

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 why that bleeding bosom gor’d, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell, Is it, in heav&... »

Solitude By Alexander Pope

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 with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield shade, In winter, fire. Blest, who can unconcern’dly fin... »

Verses Left By Mr. Pope By Alexander Pope

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 no numbers grave or gay. Beneath thy roof, Argyle, are bred Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie Stretch’d out in honour’s nobler bed, B... »

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

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 at all.” Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish’d by black, brown, or fair. How many pictures of one Nymph we view, All how unlike eac... »

The Dunciad, Book Ii. By Alexander Pope

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 the public pours, All-bounteous, fragrant grains and golden showers, Great Cibber sate, the proud Parnassian sneer, The conscious simper, and the j... »

Ode On Solitude By Alexander Pope

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. Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! who can unconcern&#... »

The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 5 By Alexander Pope

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 vain Thalestris with reproach assails, For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix’d the Trojan could remain, While Anna begg’d and Did... »

Eloisa To Abelard By Alexander Pope

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 veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat? Yet, yet I lov... »

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 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 translate one Bit Of Books of high Renown. Beware of Latin Authors all! Nor think your Verses Sterling, Though with a Golden Pen you scrawl, And scribble i... »

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

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, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv’d the vegetable care. To her the shady grove, the flow’ry field, The ... »

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

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 things methinks she fails, ‘Twere well if she would pare her nails, And wear a cleaner smock. Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride,... »

The Dunciad, Book Iv By Alexander Pope

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 lent, As half to show, half veil, the deep intent. Ye pow’rs! whose mysteries restor’d I sing, To whom time bears me on his rapid wing, Suspend a while you... »

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

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 fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies. Lo the glad gales o’er all her beauties stray, Breathe on her lips, and in her ... »

The Riddle Of The World By Alexander Pope

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 a middle state, A Being darkly wise, and rudely great, With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic’s pride, He hangs between; ... »

Celia By Alexander Pope

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. How cruel Celia’s fate, who hence Our heart’s devotion cannot try; Too pretty for our reverence, Too ancient for our gallantry! »

On The Countess Of Burlington Cutting Paper By Alexander Pope

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 for god, Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sing. Jove frown’d, and, ‘Use,’ he cried, ‘those eyes So skilful, and those hands so tap... »

Weeping By Alexander Pope

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 first did rise, And thus thro’ Mists we see the Sun, Which else we durst not gaze upon. These silver drops, like morning dew, Foretell the fer... »

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 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 Wife that makes conserves; a Steed That carries double when there’s need, October store, and best Virginia, Tithe-Pig, and mortuary Guinea, Gazett... »

The Dying Christian To His Soul By Alexander Pope

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 bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away! What is ... »

On Mr. Gay By Alexander Pope

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 at once and lash the age, Above Temptation, in a low Estate, 5 And uncorrupted, ev’n among the Great, A safe Companion, and an easy Fr... »

The Temple Of Fame By Alexander Pope

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 welcome day, And earth relenting feels the genial day, As balmy sleep had charm’d my cares to rest, And love itself was banish̵... »

Essay On Man By Alexander Pope

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 Life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate(2) free o’er all this scene of Man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan; A Wild, w... »

Solitude, An Ode By Alexander Pope

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 his own grounds. II. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. III. Bles... »

Winter – The Fourth Pastoral, Or Daphne By Alexander Pope

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 rivers winding thro’ the vales below, So sweetly warble, or so smoothly flow. Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces lie, The moon, seren... »

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

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 emblem of each spotless dame, Clear as her soul and shining as her frame; Beauty which nature only can impart, And such a polish as disgraces art; ... »

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

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 son replies. ‘Since you a servant’s ravish’d form bemoan, And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own; Let me (if tears and grief permit... »

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 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 where Paradise was placed; Mind not their learned whims and idle talk; Here, here’s the place where these bright angels walk. »

The Three Gentle Shepherds By Alexander Pope

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 vary, With gentle Budgell and with gentle Carey. Or if in ranging of the names I judge ill, With gentle Carey and with gentle Budgell, Oh! may all gentle bards to... »

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

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 est modo tristi, saepe jocoso, Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae, Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque Extenuantis eas c... »

Song, By A Person Of Quality By Alexander Pope

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 give Way to Art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o’er your Flocks, See my weary Days consuming, All beneath yon flow’r... »

Universal Prayer By Alexander Pope

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 First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confin’d To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind, Yet gave me, in this da... »

In Imitation Of Chaucer By Alexander Pope

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, Which to the Fennes hath him betake, To filch the gray Ducke fro the Lake. Right then, there passen by the Way His Aunt, and eke her Dau... »

The Iliad, Book Vi (Excerpt) By Alexander Pope

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 sought her, but he sought in vain, She, with one maid of all her menial train, Had thence retir’d; and, with her second joy, The young Astyanax, the ... »

Argus By Alexander Pope

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 all his friends, and ev’n his Queen unknown, Changed as he was, with age, and toils, and cares, Furrow’d his rev’rend face, and whit... »

Ode On St. Cecilia’s Day By Alexander Pope

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 sounding lyre! In a sadly-pleasing strain Let the warbling lute complain, Let the loud trumpet sound, ‘Till the roofs all around The shrill ... »

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

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 run (Without a blot) to eighty-one. Kind Boyle, before his poet, lays A table, with a cloth of bays; And Ireland, mother of sweet singers, Prese... »

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

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 ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man; A mig... »

Sound And Sense By Alexander Pope

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 harshness gives offense, The sound must seem an echo to the sense, Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; ... »

Windsor Forest By Alexander Pope

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 your springs, and open all your shades. Granville commands; your aid O Muses bring! What Muse for Granville can refuse to sing? The gr... »

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

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, and all slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the sway, ere heav’n was form’d, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv’d creat... »

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

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 ambition, and she moves disdain. Far other carriage grac’d her virgin life, But charming G–y’s lost in P–yR... »

An Essay On Criticism By Alexander Pope

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 one to the public. That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true Genius. That most men are born with some Taste, but spoiled by false education. The multitude of Critics, an... »

On A Certain Lady At Court By Alexander Pope

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 witty, yet a Friend. Not warp’d by Passion, aw’d by Rumour, Not grave thro’ Pride, or gay thro’ Folly, An equal Mixture of good Humour,... »

To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu By Alexander Pope

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 thought that in learning To yield to a lady was hard. II. Impertinent schools, With musty dull rules, Have reading to females denied; So Papists refuse The Bible to use, ... »

Farewell To London By Alexander Pope

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 ease! Soft B– and rough C–s adieu, Earl Warwick made your moan, The lively H–k and you May knock up whores alone. To dri... »

Spring – The First Pastoral ; Or Damon By Alexander Pope

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, Fair Thames, flow gently from thy sacred spring, While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing; Let vernal airs tho’ trembling osiers play, And Albion... »

You Know Where You Did Despise By Alexander Pope

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, of little Size, You know where. You, tis true, have fine black eyes, Taper legs, and tempting Thighs, Yet what more than all we prize Is a Thing of little Size,... »

In Imitation Of Cowley, The Garden By Alexander Pope

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 sweets diffuse, And soft Carnations show’r their balmy dews; Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white, The thin Undress of superfi... »

The Rape Of The Lock, Canto 1 By Alexander Pope

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 am’rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing–This verse to Caryl, Muse! is due, This, evR... »

Chorus Of Athenians By Alexander Pope

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 lay inspir’d! In vain your guiltless laurels stood Unspotted long with human blood. War, horrid war, your thoughtful walk... »

Prayer Of St. Francis Xavier By Alexander Pope

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 fear of endless pains below, Which they who love thee not must undergo. For me, and such as me, thou deign’st to bear An ignominious cross, the nails, the spear, A thorny c... »

To The Author Of A Poem Entitled Succession By Alexander Pope

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 Muse the swiftest course has gone, As clocks run fastest when most lead is on; What tho’ no bees around your cradle flew, Nor on your lips distill... »

From An Essay On Man By Alexander Pope

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 men, from men what spirits know, Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and pl... »

Summer By Alexander Pope

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 the forest shade. Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow’rs; When weary r... »

Lines Written In Windsor Forest By Alexander Pope

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 me as I stray’d, And gently press’d my hand, and said ‘Be ours!- Take all thou e’er shalt have, a constant Muse, At Court thou... »

The Messiah , A Sacred Eclogue By Alexander Pope

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 shades, The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids, Delight no more – O thou, my voice inspire, Who touched Isaiah’s hallowed lips with fire... »

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