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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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, …

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. …

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, …

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, …

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 …