Alexander Pope

"ON MRS PULTENEY.[81]     With scornful mien, and various toss of air,     Fantastic, vain, and insolently fair,     Grandeur intoxicates her g"

"SHE. Yes, we have lived--one pang, and then we part! May Heaven, dear father! now have all thy heart. Yet ah! how once we loved, remember still, Till"

"She said, and for her lost Galanthis sighs;     When the fair consort of her son replies:     'Since you a servant's ravish'd form bemoan,"

"Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends, And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends. Let Crowds and Critics now my verse assail, Let Dennis"

"Thou art my God, sole object of my love; Not for the hope of endless joys above; Nor for the fear of endless pains below, Which they who love thee"

"True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offense, The s"

"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) to eighty-one. Kind Boyle, b"

"Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke; Yet in some things methinks she fails, 'T"

"Though sprightly Sappho force our love and praise,     A softer wonder my pleased soul surveys,     The mild Erinna, blushing in her bays."

"With no poetic ardour fir'd I press the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov'd, or here expir'd, Begets no numbers grave or gay. Beneath thy ro"

"What are the falling rills, the pendant shades,     The morning bowers, the evening colonnades,     But soft recesses for th' uneasy mind     T"

"1 With no poetic ardour fired,     I press the bed where Wilmot lay;     That here he loved, or here expired,     Begets no numbers, grave or g"

"What, and how great, the virtue and the art     To live on little with a cheerful heart;     (A doctrine sage, but truly none of mine)     Let'"

"ARGUMENT.     OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RESPECT TO HAPPINESS.     I. False notions of happiness, philosophical and popular, answered"

"Well, if it be my time to quit the stage,     Adieu to all the follies of the age!     I die in charity with fool and knave,     Secure of peac"

"If modest youth, with cool reflection crown'd,     And every opening virtue blooming round,     Could save a parent's justest pride from fate,"

"I Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the sounding lyre! In"

"Again? new tumults in my breast?     Ah, spare me, Venus! let me, let me rest!     I am not now, alas! the man     As in the gentle reign of my"

"To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,     To raise the genius, and to mend the heart;     To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold,     L"

"Heroes and kings! your distance keep:     In peace let one poor poet sleep,     Who never flatter'd folks like you:     Let Horace blush, and V"

"ISAACUS NEWTONUS:     QUEM IMMORTALEM     TESTANTUR TEMPUS, NATURA, COELUM:         MORTALEM     HOC MARMOR FATETUR.     Nature and Nature'"

"I But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne. II Wit is like faith by such warm Fools profest Who t"

"UN JOUR DIT UN AUTEUR, ETC.     Once (says an author--where I need not say)     Two travellers found an oyster in their way;     Both fierce,"

"But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd alive, Not scornful"

"Sylvia my heart in wondrous wise alarm'd     Awed without sense, and without beauty charm'd:     But some odd graces and some flights she had,"

"This modest stone, what few vain marbles can,     May truly say, Here lies an honest man:     A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate,     Whom He"

"When other fair ones to the shades go down, Still Chloe, Flavin, Delia, stay in town: Those ghosts of beauty wandering here reside, And haunt the p"

"I. How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breaths his native air, In his own grounds. II. Whose her"

"With scornful mien, and various toss of air, Fantastic vain, and insolently fair, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain, She looks ambition, and she"

"Roxana, from the Court returning late,     Sigh'd her soft sorrow at St James's gate:     Such heavy thoughts lay brooding in her breast,     N"

"Such were the notes thy once-loved Poet sung,     Till Death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.     Oh just beheld and lost! admired and mourn"

"ARGUMENT.     The poet being, in this book, to declare the completion of the prophecies mentioned at the end of the former, makes a new invocati"

"Thou who shalt stop, where Thames' translucent wave Shines a broad Mirror thro' the shadowy Cave; Where ling'ring drops from min'ral Roofs distill,"

"ARGUMENT.     OF THE NATURE AND STATE OF MAN WITH RESPECT TO HIMSELF AS AN INDIVIDUAL.     I. The business of Man not to pry into God, but to"

"Beneath the shade a spreading Beech displays, Hylas and Aegon sung their rural lays, This mourn'd a faithless, that an absent Love, And Delia's nam"

"Well, then, poor G---- lies under ground!     So there's an end of honest Jack.     So little justice here he found,     'Tis ten to one he'll"

"'See, sir, here's the grand approach,     This way is for his Grace's coach:     There lies the bridge, and here's the clock,     Observe the l"

"TO MR MURRAY.[135]     'Not to admire, is all the art I know,     To make men happy, and to keep them so.'     (Plain truth, dear Murray, need"

"1 Ye Lords and Commons, men of wit And pleasure about town, Read this, ere you translate one bit Of books of high renown. 2 Beware of Latin authors al"

"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 seen. How cruel Ce"

"This modest stone, what few vain marbles can, May truly say, Here lies an honest man: A poet, blest beyond the poet's fate, Whom Heaven kept sacred fr"

"ADVERTISEMENT.     The reflections of Horace, and the judgments past in his Epistle to Augustus, seemed so seasonable to the present times, that"

"Jacobus Craggs Regi Magnae Britannia A Secretis Et Consiliis Sanctioribus, Principis Pariter Ac Populi Amor Et Deliciae: Vixit Titulis Et Invidia"

"Lycidas Thyrsis, the music of that murm'ring spring, Is not so mournful as the strains you sing. Nor rivers winding thro' the vales below, So swe"

"Part I What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing, This Verse to C---, Muse! is due; Th"

"But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd, On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd. Him close she curtains round with Vapours blue, And soft bespr"

"Part 1 What dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing This Verse to C, , Muse! is due; Th"

"(WRITTEN IN MDCCXXXVIII.) DIALOGUE I. Fr. Not twice a twelvemonth you appear in print, And when it comes, the court see nothing in 't. You grow correc"

"Pallas grew vapourish once, and odd, She would not do the least right thing, Either for goddess, or for god, Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor sin"

"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 i"

"To thee, we wretches of the Houyhnhnm band,     Condemn'd to labour in a barbarous land,     Return our thanks. Accept our humble lays,     And"

"A pleasing form; a firm, yet cautious mind;     Sincere, though prudent; constant, yet resign'd:     Honour unchanged, a principle profess'd,"

"Vital spark of heav'nly flame, Quit, oh, quit, this mortal frame! Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying, Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, f"

"As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care     Drags from the town to wholesome country air,     Just when she learns to roll a melting eye,"

"Two or three visits, and two or three bows, Two or three civil things, two or three vows, Two or three kisses, with two or three sighs, Two or thre"

"1 Silence! coeval with eternity;     Thou wert, ere Nature's self began to be,     'Twas one vast Nothing all, and all slept fast in thee."

"1 Lest you should think that verse shall die,     Which sounds the silver Thames along,     Taught, on the wings of truth to fly     Above the"

"As when that hero, who, in each campaign,     Had braved the Goth, and many a Vandal slain,     Lay fortune-struck, a spectacle of woe!     Wep"

"Cardelia.    Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come; Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room? Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tal"

"O gate, how cam'st thou here?     Gate. I was brought from Chelsea last year,     Batter'd with wind and weather.     Inigo Jones put me togeth"