Author: Alexander Pope

In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav’nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in […]

She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp’d the Baron’s ears. In vain Thalestris […]

So when Curll’s Stomach the strong Drench o’ercame, (Infus’d in Vengenance of insulted Fame) Th’ Avenger sees, with a delighted […]

Two or three visits, and two or three bows, Two or three civil things, two or three vows, Two or […]

To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride […]

Heav’n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib’d, their present state: From brutes what […]

But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress’d, And secret passions labour’d in her breast. Not youthful kings in battle seiz’d […]

What beck’ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? ‘Tis she! but why that […]

Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am’rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing This Verse […]

Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his […]

In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore, And cite those Sapho’s we admire no more: Fate doom’d the Fall […]

He said, and pass’d with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul’s far dearer part; At home he […]

See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray’d, […]

Father of all! In every age, In ev’ry clime ador’d, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or […]

The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let […]