The Temple of Fame (Alexander Pope Poems)
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains; Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?Must then her name the wretched writer ...
Hail! thou eternal flood, whose restless waves Roll onward in their course, as wild and free, As if the shores ...
I Yes! Beauty still rebels! Our dreams like clouds disperse: ...
November: 1674Cloked in gray threadbare poverty, and blind,Age-weak, and desolate, and beloved of God;High-heartedness to long repulse resign'd,Yet bating not ...
342It will be Summer-eventually.Ladies-with parasols-Sauntering Gentlemen-with Canes-And little Girls-with Dolls-Will tint the pallid landscape-As 'twere a bright Bouquet-Thro' drifted deep, ...
YET words though weak are all that poets ownWherewith their muse translates that kindred museOf Harmony, whose subtle forms and ...
Sing of her beauty! Sing of that which grows My daily wonder! Shall this lute essay To paint the color ...
LIFE, like a marble block, is given to all,A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,Whence one with ardent chisel ...
True, she was sweet, and lovely in thine eyes, Like some fair flower that blooms awhile, and dies: Yet O ...
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: ...
It will be Summer -- eventually. Ladies -- with parasols -- Sauntering Gentlemen -- with Canes -- And little Girls ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Prepare your wreaths, Aonian maids divine, To strew the tranquil bed where I shall sleep; In tears, the myrtle and ...
Deep in th' abyss where frantic horror bides, In thickest mists of vapours fell, Where wily Serpents hissing glare And ...
She stands as pale as Parian statues stand; Like Cleopatra when she turned at bay, And felt her strength above ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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