Alexander Pope's Poetry, by title

• An Essay on Criticism

  Part I
  INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public. That a true T

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• An Essay on Man: Epistle 1

  To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke
      Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things

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• An Essay on Man: Epistle II

        Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
  The proper study of mankind is man.

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• Argus

  When wise Ulysses, from his native coast
  Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd,

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• Autumn - The Third Pastoral, or Hylas and Ægon

  Beneath the shade a spreading Beech displays,
  Hylas and Aegon sung their rural lays,

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• Celia

  Celia, we know, is sixty-five,
  Yet Celia's face is seventeen;

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• Chorus of Athenians

  Strophe I.
  Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought;

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• Chorus of Youths and Virgins

  Semichorus.
  Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possest

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• Couplets on Wit

  I
  But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone

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• Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady

  What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade
  Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

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• Eloisa to Abelard

      In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
      Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells,

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• Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness

  I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
  Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

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• Epistle II: To a Lady (Of the Characters of Women )

  Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
  "Most Women have no Characters at all."

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• Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation]

  As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care
  Drags from the town to wholesome country air,

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• Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle,

  'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
  To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy:

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• Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot

  Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
  Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.

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• Farewell to London

  Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
  Thy fools no more I'll tease:

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• Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book

  While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
  The balanc'd world, and open all the main;

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• Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea

  In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore,
  And cite those Sapho's we admire no more:

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• In Imitation of Chaucer

  Women ben full of Ragerie,
  Yet swinken not sans secresie.

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• In Imitation of Cowley : The Garden

  Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing,
  And humble glories of the youthful Spring;

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• In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson

  Parson, these things in thy possessing
  Are better than the Bishop's blessing.

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• In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia

  Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits,
  Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;

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• In Imitation of E. of Rochester : On Silence

  I.
  Silence! coeval with Eternity;

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• In Imitation of Spenser : The Alley

  I.
  In ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,

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• Inscription on a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies.

  Here, shunning idleness at once and praise,
  This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise;

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• Lines on Curll

  So when Curll's Stomach the strong Drench o'ercame,
  (Infus'd in Vengenance of insulted Fame)

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• Lines Written in Windsor Forest

  All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade!
  Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours!

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• Macer : A Character

  When simple Macer, now of high renown,
  First fought a Poet's Fortune in the Town,

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• Occasioned By Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham

  Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,
  And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.

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