Alexander Pope

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

Alexander Pope Poems

1. An Essay On Criticism 1/3/2003
2. An Essay On Man In Four Epistles: Epistle 1 1/1/2004
3. An Essay On Man: Epistle Ii 3/30/2010
4. Argus 1/3/2003
5. Celia 3/30/2010
6. Chorus Of Athenians 3/30/2010
7. Chorus Of Youths And Virgins 3/30/2010
8. Couplets On Wit 12/31/2002
9. Elegy To The Memory Of An Unfortunate Lady 1/3/2003
10. Eloisa To Abelard 1/3/2003
11. Epigram Engraved On The Collar Of A Dog Which I Gave To His Royal Highness 1/3/2003
12. Epistle Ii: To A Lady (Of The Characters Of Women ) 1/1/2004
13. Epistle To Dr. Arbuthnot 1/1/2004
14. Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[on Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] 3/30/2010
15. Epistles To Several Persons: Epistle Iv, To Richard Boyle, 1/1/2004
16. Essay On Man 12/31/2002
17. Farewell To London 3/30/2010
18. From An Essay On Man 1/3/2003
19. Imitations Of Horace: The First Epistle Of The Second Book 1/1/2004
20. Impromptu, To Lady Winchelsea 1/3/2003
21. In Imitation Of Chaucer 3/30/2010
22. In Imitation Of Cowley : The Garden 3/30/2010
23. In Imitation Of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life Of A Country Parson 3/30/2010
24. In Imitation Of E. Of Dorset : Artemisia 3/30/2010
25. In Imitation Of E. Of Rochester : On Silence 3/30/2010
26. Inscription On A Grotto, The Work Of Nine Ladies. 3/30/2010
27. Lines On Curll 12/31/2002
28. Lines Written In Windsor Forest 3/30/2010
29. Macer : A Character 3/30/2010
30. Occasioned By Some Verses Of His Grace The Duke Of Buckingham 3/30/2010
31. Ode On Solitude 12/31/2002
32. Ode On St. Cecilia's Day 3/30/2010
33. On A Certain Lady At Court 12/31/2002
34. On A Fan Of The Author's Design 3/30/2010
35. On Certain Ladies 3/30/2010
36. On His Grotto At Twickenham 3/30/2010
37. On Mr. Gay 3/30/2010
38. On Seeing The Ladies Crux-Easton Walk In The Woods By The Grotto. 3/30/2010
39. On The Countess Of Burlington Cutting Paper 3/30/2010
40. Phyrne 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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