Alexander Pope

(21 May 1688 – 30 May 1744 / London / England)

Alexander Pope Poems

1. Occasioned By Some Verses Of His Grace The Duke Of Buckingham 3/30/2010
2. On The Countess Of Burlington Cutting Paper 3/30/2010
3. The Looking-Glass. : On Mrs. Pulteney 3/30/2010
4. On A Fan Of The Author's Design 3/30/2010
5. Vertumnus And Pomona : Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book 14 [v. 623-771] 3/30/2010
6. Macer : A Character 3/30/2010
7. The Fable Of Dryope - Ovid's Metamorphoses Book 9, [v. 324-393] 3/30/2010
8. Verses Left By Mr. Pope 3/30/2010
9. Prayer Of St. Francis Xavier 3/30/2010
10. On His Grotto At Twickenham 3/30/2010
11. On Mr. Gay 3/30/2010
12. Spring - The First Pastoral ; Or Damon 3/30/2010
13. On Seeing The Ladies Crux-Easton Walk In The Woods By The Grotto. 3/30/2010
14. The Challenge: A Court Ballad 3/30/2010
15. Lines Written In Windsor Forest 3/30/2010
16. The Basset-Table : An Eclogue 3/30/2010
17. The Messiah : A Sacred Eclogue 3/30/2010
18. Translation Of A Prayer Of Brutus 3/30/2010
19. Winter - The Fourth Pastoral, Or Daphne 3/30/2010
20. Sappho To Phaon (Ovid Heroid Xv) 3/30/2010
21. The Dunciad: Book Iv 3/30/2010
22. Phyrne 3/30/2010
23. To Mr. Thomas Southern, On His Birth-Day 3/30/2010
24. Inscription On A Grotto, The Work Of Nine Ladies. 3/30/2010
25. Sandys Ghost ; A Proper Ballad On The New Ovid's Metamorphosis 3/30/2010
26. To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu 3/30/2010
27. To The Author Of A Poem Entitled Succession 3/30/2010
28. The Three Gentle Shepherds 3/30/2010
29. Song, By A Person Of Quality 3/30/2010
30. On Certain Ladies 3/30/2010
31. Weeping 3/30/2010
32. In Imitation Of Chaucer 3/30/2010
33. In Imitation Of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life Of A Country Parson 3/30/2010
34. The Dunciad: Book Ii. 3/30/2010
35. Windsor Forest 3/30/2010
36. Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[on Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] 3/30/2010
37. In Imitation Of E. Of Rochester : On Silence 3/30/2010
38. Ode On St. Cecilia's Day 3/30/2010
39. The Temple Of Fame 3/30/2010
40. In Imitation Of E. Of Dorset : Artemisia 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Alexander Pope

Ode On Solitude

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! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet ...

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Sound And Sense

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 flows;
But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar;
When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,

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