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 ...
Alexander Pope Poems (82 Poems)
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 ...
On the Countess of Burlington Cutting Paper (Alexander Pope Poems)
Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd,She would not do the least right thing,Either for goddess, or for god,Nor work, nor ...
Prayer of St. Francis Xavier (Alexander Pope Poems)
Thou art my God, sole object of my love;Not for the hope of endless joys above;Nor for the fear of ...
To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day (Alexander Pope Poems)
Resign'd to live, prepar'd to die, With not one sin, but poetry,This day Tom's fair account has run(Without a blot) ...
Weeping (Alexander Pope Poems)
While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright,Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes;The Sun, next those the fairest light,Thus from the ...
On His Grotto at Twickenham (Alexander Pope Poems)
Thou who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent waveShines a broad Mirror thro' the shadowy Cave;Where ling'ring drops from min'ral Roofs ...
On a Fan of the Author’s Design (Alexander Pope Poems)
Come gentle Air! th' AEolian shepherd said,While Procris panted in the secret shade:Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries,While at ...
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 ...
On Mr. Gay (Alexander Pope Poems)
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 ...
Verses Left by Mr. Pope (Alexander Pope Poems)
With no poetic ardour fir'dI press the bed where Wilmot lay;That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,Begets no numbers grave ...
The Three Gentle Shepherds (Alexander Pope Poems)
Of gentle Philips will I ever sing,With gentle Philips shall the valleys ring.My numbers too for ever will I vary,With ...
Translation of a Prayer of Brutus (Alexander Pope Poems)
Goddess of woods, tremendous in the chase,To mountain wolves and all the savage race,Wide o'er the aerial vault extend thy ...
Occasioned By Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham (Alexander Pope Poems)
Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.Let Crowds and Critics now my verse ...
Lines Written in Windsor Forest (Alexander Pope Poems)
All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade!Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours!Where the kind Muses met me as ...
Inscription on a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies. (Alexander Pope Poems)
Here, shunning idleness at once and praise,This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise;The glittering emblem of each spotless dame,Clear as ...
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 ...
On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto. (Alexander Pope Poems)
Authors the world and their dull brains have tracedTo fix the ground where Paradise was placed;Mind not their learned whims ...
On Certain Ladies (Alexander Pope Poems)
When other fair ones to the shades go down,Still Chloe, Flavin, Delia, stay in town: Those ghosts of beauty wandering ...
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 Riddle of the World (Alexander Pope Poems)
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan The proper study of Mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of ...
Essay on Man (Alexander Pope Poems)
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold (Alexander Pope Poems)
Two or three visits, and two or three bows, Two or three civil things, two or three vows, Two or ...
From an Essay on Man (Alexander Pope Poems)
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what ...
You Know Where You Did Despise (Alexander Pope Poems)
You know where you did despise (Tother day) my little Eyes, Little Legs, and little Thighs, And some things, of ...
Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness (Alexander Pope Poems)
I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? (Alexander Pope)
Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book (Alexander Pope Poems)
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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 ...
Ode on Solitude (Alexander Pope Poems)
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his ...
Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea (Alexander Pope Poems)
In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore, And cite those Sapho's we admire no more: Fate doom'd the Fall ...