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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
I. Silence! coeval with Eternity;Thou wert, ere Nature's-self began to be,'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in ...
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!Thy fools no more I'll tease:This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,Ye harlots, sleep at ease!Soft ...
Semichorus.Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possestThe prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast?Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,And Arts but soften us ...
When simple Macer, now of high renown,First fought a Poet's Fortune in the Town,'Twas all th' Ambition his high soul ...
Oh be thou blest with all that Heav'n can send,Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend:Not with those ...
Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild;In Wit, a Man; Simplicity, a Child:With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage,Form'd to delight at ...
Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.Let Crowds and Critics now my verse ...
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 ...
But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd, Arrived at last, poor, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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 First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
I know the thing that's most uncommon; (Envy be silent and attend!) I know a Reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, ...
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