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 ...
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 ...
Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand?Must then her name the wretched writer ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
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, ...
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,The dreams of ...
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 ...
Lycidas. Thyrsis, the music of that murm'ring spring,Is not so mournful as the strains you sing.Nor rivers winding thro' the ...
I. To one fair lady out of Court,And two fair ladies in,Who think the Turk and Pope a sport,And wit ...
Semichorus.Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possestThe prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast?Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,And Arts but soften us ...
Strophe I.Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought;Groves, where immortal Sages taught;Where heav'nly visions of Plato fir'd,And Epicurus lay inspir'd!In ...
Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd,She would not do the least right thing,Either for goddess, or for god,Nor work, nor ...
Thou art my God, sole object of my love;Not for the hope of endless joys above;Nor for the fear of ...
Of gentle Philips will I ever sing,With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring.My numbers too for ever will I vary,With ...
Goddess of woods, tremendous in the chase,To mountain wolves and all the savage race,Wide o'er the aerial vault extend thy ...
What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
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 ...
See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd, ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
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 ...
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 ...
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