Alexander Pope's Poetry, by written

• 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?

  88 lines, 1 comment
• The Rape of the Lock: Canto 1

  Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
  Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis.

  162 lines, 1 comment
• The Rape of the Lock: Canto 2

  Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain,
  The sun&nbs

  147 lines
• The Rape of the Lock: Canto 3

  Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs,
      Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs,

  197 lines
• The Rape of the Lock: Canto 4

  But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd,
  And secret passions labour'd in her breast.

  189 lines
• The Rape of the Lock: Canto 5

  She said: the pitying audience melt in tears,
      But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears.

  169 lines
• The Iliad: Book VI (excerpt)

  He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart
  To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part;

  176 lines, 1 comment
• 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;

  421 lines
• 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.

  428 lines, 4 comments
• 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:

  211 lines, 1 comment
• The Riddle of the World

  Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
  The proper study of Mankind is Man.

  17 lines
• An Essay on Man: Epistle II

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

  332 lines
• Two Or Three: A Recipe To Make A Cuckold

  Two or three visits, and two or three bows,
  Two or three civil things, two or three vows,

  7 lines
• You Know Where You Did Despise

  You know where you did despise
  (Tother day) my little Eyes,

  10 lines
• 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?

  2 lines, 3 comments
• On a Certain Lady at Court

  I know a thing that's most uncommon;
  (Envy, be silent and attend!)

  12 lines
• The Dying Christian to His Soul

  Vital spark of heav’nly flame!
  Quit, O quit this mortal frame:

  18 lines
• Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea

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

  12 lines, 1 comment
• Argus

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

  18 lines, 1 comment
• Sound and Sense

  True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
  As those move easiest who have learned to dance.

  14 lines, 1 comment
• 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

  805 lines, 7 comments
• Couplets on Wit

  I
  But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone

  21 lines, 1 comment
• Lines on Curll

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

  7 lines, 1 comment
• Ode on Solitude

  Happy the man, whose wish and care
  A few paternal acres bound,

  21 lines, 3 comments
• Universal Prayer

  Father of all! In every age,
   In ev'ry clime ador'd,

  52 lines, 1 comment
• 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,

  53 lines
• To the Author of a Poem Entitled Succession

  Begone, ye Critics, and restrain your spite,
  Codrus writes on, and will for ever write,

  21 lines
• Untitled

  "Sir, I admit your general rule,
  That every poet is a fool.

  4 lines
• Summer - The Second Pastoral; or Alexis

  A Shepherd's Boy (he seeks no better name)
  Led forth his flocks along the silver Thame,

  91 lines
• Spring - The First Pastoral ; or Damon

  First in these fields I try the sylvan strains,
  Nor blush to sport on Windsor's blissful plains:

  133 lines

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