An Essay on Man: Epistle II (Alexander Pope Poems)
I.Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man.Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle ...
I.Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man.Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley's gilt tub, or Flecknoe's Irish throne,Or that where on her Curlls the ...
But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
The fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train,None taught the trees a nobler race ...
She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs,When the fair Consort of her son replies."Since you a servant's ravish'd form ...
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,Where dancing sun-beams n the waters ...
Oh be thou blest with all that Heav'n can send,Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:Not with those ...
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;Yet in some things methinks she fails,'Twere ...
With scornful mien, and various toss of air,Fantastic vain, and insolently fair,Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain,She looks ambition, and she ...
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 ...
When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, Arrived at last, poor, ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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