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, ...
The fair Pomona flourish'd in his reign;Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train,None taught the trees a nobler race ...
I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you translate one BitOf Books of ...
I. Silence! coeval with Eternity;Thou wert, ere Nature's-self began to be,'Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in ...
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 ...
Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd,She would not do the least right thing,Either for goddess, or for god,Nor work, nor ...
While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright,Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes;The Sun, next those the fairest light,Thus from the ...
Thou who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent waveShines a broad Mirror thro' the shadowy Cave;Where ling'ring drops from min'ral Roofs ...
With scornful mien, and various toss of air,Fantastic vain, and insolently fair,Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain,She looks ambition, and she ...
Authors the world and their dull brains have tracedTo fix the ground where Paradise was placed;Mind not their learned whims ...
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 ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his ...
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, ...
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