Alexander Pope Poems on Love (29 Poems)
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 state,A being darkly wise, and rudely great:With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,With too much weakness for the stoic’s … Continue reading
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 day,And earth relenting feels the genial day,As balmy sleep had charm’d my cares to rest,And love itself was banish’d from … Continue reading
The Dunciad: Book II. (Alexander Pope Poems)
High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shoneHenley’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 jealous leer,Mix on … Continue reading
Windsor Forest (Alexander Pope Poems)
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? … Continue reading
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV) (Alexander Pope Poems)
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon’s eyes forget his Sappho’s hand?Must then her name the wretched writer prove,To thy remembrance lost, as to thy love?Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose,The Lute neglected, and the … Continue reading
An Essay on Man: Epistle 1 (Alexander Pope Poems)
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 … Continue reading
The Basset-Table (Alexander Pope Poems)
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you: Smilinda. Ah, Madam, since my Sharper is untrue,I joyless make my once ador’d Alpeu.I saw him stand behind Ombrelia’s … Continue reading
Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid’s Metamorphose (Alexander Pope Poems)
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 streams and fountains, no delights could … Continue reading
Ode on St. Cecilia’s Day (Alexander Pope Poems)
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 … Continue reading
The Fable of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphose (Alexander Pope Poems)
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) relateA nearer woe, a sister’s stranger … Continue reading
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