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 ...
Alexander Pope Poems on Faces (24 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Dunciad: Book I. (Alexander Pope Poems)
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Summer – The Second Pastoral; or Alexis (Alexander Pope Poems)
A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,Where dancing sun-beams n the waters ...
To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday (Alexander Pope Poems)
Oh be thou blest with all that Heav'n can send,Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:Not with those ...
In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia (Alexander Pope Poems)
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;Yet in some things methinks she fails,'Twere ...
The Looking-Glas (Alexander Pope Poems)
With scornful mien, and various toss of air,Fantastic vain, and insolently fair,Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain,She looks ambition, and she ...
Celia (Alexander Pope Poems)
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 ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1 (Alexander Pope Poems)
Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis. (Martial, Epigrams 12.84) What dire offence from am'rous causes ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2 (Alexander Pope Poems)
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3 (Alexander Pope Poems)
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4 (Alexander Pope Poems)
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
The Rape of the Lock: Canto 5 (Alexander Pope Poems)
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle, (Alexander Pope Poems)
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
An Essay On Criticism (Alexander Pope Poems)
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Argus (Alexander Pope Poems)
When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, Arrived at last, poor, ...
Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady (Alexander Pope Poems)
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot (Alexander Pope Poems)
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
The Rape of the Lock (Alexander Pope Poems)
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...