The Temple of Fame poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) In that soft season, when descending show’rs Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow’rs; When op’ning buds salute the welcome day, And earth relenting feels the genial day, As balmy sleep had charm’d my cares to rest, And love itself was banish’d from my breast, (What […]
The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song, To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong. The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades, The dreams of Pindus, and the Aonian maids, Delight no more – O thou, my voice inspire, Who touched Isaiah’s hallowed lips with fire! Rapt into future times […]
The Looking-Glass. : on Mrs. Pulteney poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) With scornful mien, and various toss of air, Fantastic vain, and insolently fair, Grandeur intoxicates her giddy brain, She looks ambition, and she moves disdain. Far other carriage grac’d her virgin life, But charming G–y’s lost in P–y’s wife. Not greater arrogance in him we find, And this […]
The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) He said, and pass’d with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul’s far dearer part; At home he sought her, but he sought in vain: She, with one maid of all her menial train, Had thence retir’d; and, with her second joy, The young Astyanax, the […]
The Fable of Dryope – Ovid’s Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393] poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) She said, and for her lost Calanthis sighs, When the fair Consort of her son replies. “Since you a servant’s ravish’d form bemoan, And kindly sigh for sorrows not your own; Let me (if tears and grief permit) relate A nearer woe, a sister’s stranger fate. No Nymph […]
The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Vital spark of heav’nly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying, O the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away! What is this absorbs me […]
The Dunciad: Book IV poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night! Of darkness visible so much be lent, As half to show, half veil, the deep intent. Ye pow’rs! whose mysteries restor’d I sing, To whom time bears me on his rapid wing, Suspend […]
The Dunciad: Book III. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 besprinkles with Cimmerian dew. Then raptures high the seat of Sense o’erflow, Which only heads refin’d from Reason know. Hence, from the straw where […]
The Dunciad: Book II. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) High on a gorgeous seat, that far out-shone Henley’s gilt tub, or Flecknoe’s Irish throne, Or that where on her Curlls the public pours, All-bounteous, fragrant grains and golden showers, Great Cibber sate: the proud Parnassian sneer, The conscious simper, and the jealous leer, Mix on his look: […]
The Dunciad: Book I. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, her instruments the great! Called to this work by Dulness, Jove, and Fate; You by whose care, in vain decried and cursed, Still Dunce the second reigns like […]
The Challenge: A Court Ballad poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. To one fair lady out of Court, And two fair ladies in, Who think the Turk and Pope a sport, And wit and love no sin! Come, these soft lines, with nothing stiff in, To Bellenden, Lepell, and Griffin. With a fa, la, la. II. What passes […]
The Basset-Table : An Eclogue poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Cardelia. Smilinda. Cardelia. The Basset-Table spread, the Tallier come; Why stays Smilinda in the Dressing-Room? Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier waits for you: Smilinda. Ah, Madam, since my Sharper is untrue, I joyless make my once ador’d Alpeu. I saw him stand behind Ombrelia’s Chair, And whisper with […]
Summer poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) See what delights in sylvan scenes appear! Descending Gods have found Elysium here. In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray’d, And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade. Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours, When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow’rs; When weary reapers quit the sultry […]
Summer – The Second Pastoral; or Alexis poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) A Shepherd’s Boy (he seeks no better name) Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame, Where dancing sun-beams n the waters play’d, And verdant alders form’d a quiv’ring shade. Soft as he mourn’d, the streams forgot to flow, The flocks around a dumb compassion show, The Naiads […]
Summer – The Second Pastoral; or Alexis poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) A Shepherd’s Boy (he seeks no better name) Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame, Where dancing sun-beams n the waters play’d, And verdant alders form’d a quiv’ring shade. Soft as he mourn’d, the streams forgot to flow, The flocks around a dumb compassion show, The Naiads […]
Spring – The First Pastoral ; or Damon poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) First in these fields I try the sylvan strains, Nor blush to sport on Windsor’s blissful plains: Fair Thames, flow gently from thy sacred spring, While on thy banks Sicilian Muses sing; Let vernal airs tho’ trembling osiers play, And Albion’s cliffs resound the rural lay. You, that […]
Sound And Sense poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 sound must seem an echo to the sense: Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers […]
Song, by a Person of Quality poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. Flutt’ring spread thy purple Pinions, Gentle Cupid, o’er my Heart; I a Slave in thy Dominions; Nature must give Way to Art. II. Mild Arcadians, ever blooming, Nightly nodding o’er your Flocks, See my weary Days consuming, All beneath yon flow’ry Rocks. III. Thus the Cyprian Goddess […]
Solitude: An Ode poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In […]
Solitude poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield shade, In winter, fire. Blest, who […]
Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command, Can Phaon’s eyes forget his Sappho’s hand? Must then her name the wretched writer prove, To thy remembrance lost, as to thy love? Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose, The Lute neglected, and the Lyric muse; Love […]
Sandys Ghost ; A Proper Ballad on the New Ovid’s Metamorphosis poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit, And Pleasure about Town; Read this ere you translate one Bit Of Books of high Renown. Beware of Latin Authors all! Nor think your Verses Sterling, Though with a Golden Pen you scrawl, And scribble in a Berlin: For not the […]
Prayer of St. Francis Xavier poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 not must undergo. For me, and such as me, thou deign’st to bear An ignominious cross, the nails, […]
On a certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I know the thing that’s most uncommon; (Envy be silent and attend!) I know a Reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, yet a Friend. Not warp’d by Passion, aw’d by Rumour, Not grave thro’ Pride, or gay thro’ Folly, An equal Mixture of good Humour, And sensible soft Melancholy. […]
On the Countess of Burlington Cutting Paper poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 sing. Jove frown’d, and, “Use,” he cried, “those eyes So skilful, and those hands so taper; Do something exquisite and wise […]
On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Authors the world and their dull brains have traced To fix the ground where Paradise was placed; Mind not their learned whims and idle talk; Here, here’s the place where these bright angels walk. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: […]
On Mr. Gay poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 once and lash the age: Above Temptation, in a low Estate, 5 And uncorrupted, ev’n among the Great: A safe Companion, and an easy Friend, […]
On His Grotto at Twickenham poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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, And pointed Crystals break the sparkling Rill, Unpolish’d Gems no ray on Pride bestow, And latent Metals innocently glow. Approach! Great Nature studiously behold; And […]
On Colley Cibber poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) In merry old England it once was the rule The King had his poet and also his fool But now were so frugal I have you to know it That Cibber can serve both for fool and for poet! Poetry Monster – Home A […]
On Certain Ladies poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 places where their honour died. Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links […]
On a Fan of the Author’s Design poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Come gentle Air! th’ AEolian shepherd said, While Procris panted in the secret shade: Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies. Lo the glad gales o’er all her beauties stray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play! In […]
On a Certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I know a thing that’s most uncommon; (Envy, be silent and attend!) I know a reasonable Woman, Handsome and witty, yet a Friend. Not warp’d by Passion, awed by Rumour; Not grave through Pride, nor gay through Folly, An equal Mixture of good Humour And sensible soft Melancholy. […]
Ode on Solitude poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest! […]
Ode on St. Cecilia’s Day poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. Descend ye Nine! descend and sing; The breathing instruments inspire, Wake into voice each silent string, And sweep the sounding lyre! In a sadly-pleasing strain Let the warbling lute complain: Let the loud trumpet sound, ‘Till the roofs all around The shrill echo’s rebound: While in more […]
Occasioned By Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 write, and nameless numbers rail: This more than pays whole years of thankless pain; Time, health, and fortune are not lost in vain. […]
To Mrs. M. B. On Her Birthday poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Oh be thou blest with all that Heav’n can send, Long Health, long Youth, long Pleasure, and a Friend: Not with those Toys the female world admire, Riches that vex, and Vanities that tire. With added years if Life bring nothing new, But, like a Sieve, let ev’ry […]
Macer : A Character poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) When simple Macer, now of high renown, First fought a Poet’s Fortune in the Town, ‘Twas all th’ Ambition his high soul could feel, To wear red stockings, and to dine with Steele. Some Ends of verse his Betters might afford, And gave the harmless fellow a good […]
Lines on Curll poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) So when Curll’s Stomach the strong Drench o’ercame, (Infus’d in Vengenance of insulted Fame) Th’ Avenger sees, with a delighted Eye, His long Jaws open, and his Colour fly; And while his Guts the keen Emeticks urge, Smiles on the Vomit, and enjoys the Purge. Poetry Monster […]
Lines Written in Windsor Forest poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade! Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours! Where the kind Muses met me as I stray’d, And gently press’d my hand, and said “Be ours!- Take all thou e’er shalt have, a constant Muse: At Court thou may’st be liked, […]
Inscription on a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies. poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Here, shunning idleness at once and praise, This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise; The glittering emblem of each spotless dame, Clear as her soul and shining as her frame; Beauty which nature only can impart, And such a polish as disgraces art; But Fate disposed them in […]