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 ...
As some fond virgin, whom her mother's careDrags from the town to wholesome country air,Just when she learns to roll ...
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 ...
Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come;Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room?Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for ...
She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs,When the fair Consort of her son replies."Since you a servant's ravish'd form ...
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you translate one BitOf Books of ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
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 ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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