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 […]
In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. In ev’ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde, A narrow pass there is, with Houses low; Where ever and anon, the Stream is ey’d, And many a Boat soft sliding to and fro. There oft are heard the notes of Infant Woe, The short thick Sob, loud […]
In Imitation of E. of Rochester : On Silence poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. Silence! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature’s-self began to be, ‘Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the sway, ere heav’n was form’d, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv’d creation’s birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the […]
In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Tho’ Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke; Yet in some things methinks she fails, ‘Twere well if she would pare her nails, And wear a cleaner smock. Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, Such nastiness, and so much pride Are […]
In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Parson, these things in thy possessing Are better than the Bishop’s blessing. A Wife that makes conserves; a Steed That carries double when there’s need: October store, and best Virginia, Tithe-Pig, and mortuary Guinea: Gazettes sent gratis down, and frank’d, For which thy Patron’s weekly thank’d; A large […]
In Imitation of Cowley : The Garden poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Fain would my Muse the flow’ry Treasures sing, And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse, And soft Carnations show’r their balmy dews; Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white, The thin Undress of superficial Light, And vary’d Tulips show so dazzling […]
In Imitation of Chaucer poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Women ben full of Ragerie, Yet swinken not sans secresie. Thilke Moral shall ye understond, From Schoole-boy’s Tale of fayre Irelond: Which to the Fennes hath him betake, To filch the gray Ducke fro the Lake. Right then, there passen by the Way His Aunt, and eke her […]
Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore, And cite those Sapho’s we admire no more: Fate doom’d the Fall of ev’ry Female Wit, But doom’d it then when first Ardelia writ. Of all Examples by the World confest, I knew Ardelia could not quote the best; Who, like […]
Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc’d world, and open all the main; Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend, At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend; How shall the Muse, from such a monarch steal An hour, […]
From an Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Heav’n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib’d, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and […]
Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let us (since Life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate(2) free o’er all this scene of Man; A mighty maze! but […]
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu’d, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I’m sick, I’m dead. The dog-star rages! nay ’tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the […]
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle, poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe jocoso, Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae, Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque Extenuantis eas consulto. (Horace, Satires, I, x, 17-22) ‘Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ To […]
Epistle II: To A Lady (Of the Characters of Women) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, “Most Women have no Characters at all.” Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish’d by black, brown, or fair. How many pictures of one Nymph we view, All how unlike each other, all how true! […]
Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she must sever, Yet takes one kiss before she […]
Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she must sever, Yet takes one kiss before she […]
Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I am his Highness’ dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty […]
Eloisa to Abelard poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav’nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal’s veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat? Yet, yet I love!–From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must […]
Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) What beck’ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? ‘Tis she!–but why that bleeding bosom gor’d, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell, Is it, in heav’n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender, or […]
Couplets on Wit poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 to be saved by one, must damn the rest. III Some who grow dull […]
Chorus of Youths and Virgins poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Semichorus. Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possest The prudent, learn’d, and virtuous breast? Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but soften us to feel thy flame. Love, soft intruder, enters here, But ent’ring learns to be sincere. Marcus with blushes owns he loves, And Brutus tenderly […]
Chorus of Athenians poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 vain your guiltless laurels stood Unspotted long with human blood. War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, And steel now glitters in the […]
Autumn – The Third Pastoral, or Hylas and Ægon poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 name and Doris’ fill’d the Grove. Ye Mantuan nymphs, your sacred succour bring; Hylas and Ægon’s rural lays I sing. Thou, whom the Nine […]
To the Author of a Poem Entitled Succession poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Begone, ye Critics, and restrain your spite, Codrus writes on, and will for ever write, The heaviest Muse the swiftest course has gone, As clocks run fastest when most lead is on; What tho’ no bees around your cradle flew, Nor on your lips distill’d their golden dew; […]
Argus poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss’d, Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone, To all his friends, and ev’n his Queen unknown, Changed as he was, with age, and toils, and cares, Furrow’d his rev’rend face, and white his […]
An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die) Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man; A mighty […]
An Essay On Criticism poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) ‘Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, less dang’rous is th’ Offence, To tire our Patience, than mis-lead our Sense: Some few in that, but Numbers err in this, Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes […]
An Essay on Man: Epistle II poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic’s pride, He […]
Winter Dream poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Oh wind-swept towers, Oh endlessly blossoming trees, White clouds and lucid eyes, And pools in the rocks whose unplumbed blue is pregnant With who knows what of subtlety And magical curves and limbs– White Anadyomene and her shallow breasts Mother-of-pearled with light. And oh the April, […]
Waking poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Aldous Huxley (1894 – 1963) Darkness had stretched its colour, Deep blue across the pane: No cloud to make night duller, No moon with its tarnish stain; But only here and there a star, One sharp point of frosty fire, Hanging infinitely far In mockery of our life and death And […]