Alexander Pope Poems on Man (33 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
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 Dunciad: Book III. (Alexander Pope Poems)
But in her Temple’s last recess inclos’d, On Dulness’ lap th’ Anointed head repos’d. Him close she curtains round with Vapours blue, And soft besprinkles with Cimmerian dew.Then raptures high the seat of Sense o’erflow, Which only heads refin’d from … 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
In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley (Alexander Pope Poems)
I.In ev’ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,A narrow pass there is, with Houses low;Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey’d,And many a Boat soft sliding to and fro.There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe,The short thick … Continue reading
Sandys Ghost ; A Proper Ballad on the New Ovid’s Metamorphosi (Alexander Pope Poems)
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you translate one BitOf Books of high Renown. Beware of Latin Authors all!Nor think your Verses Sterling,Though with a Golden Pen you scrawl,And scribble in a … Continue reading
The Challenge: A Court Ballad (Alexander Pope Poems)
I. To one fair lady out of Court,And two fair ladies in,Who think the Turk and Pope a sport,And wit and love no sin!Come, these soft lines, with nothing stiff in,To Bellenden, Lepell, and Griffin.With a fa, la, la. II. … Continue reading
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