Treasure Island

Alexander Pope

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

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Summer


See what delights in sylvan scenes appear!
Descending Gods have found Elysium here.
In woods bright Venus with Adonis stray'd,
And chaste Diana haunts the forest shade.
Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours,
When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow'rs;
When weary reapers quit the sultry field,
And crown'd with corn, their thanks to Ceres yield.
This harmless grove no lurking viper hides,
But in my breast the serpent Love abides.
Here bees from blossoms sip the rosy dew,
But your Alexis knows no sweets but you.
Oh deign to visit our forsaken seats,
The mossy fountains, and the green retreats!
Where-e'er you walk, cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees, where you sit, shall crowd into a shade,
Where-e'er you tread, the blushing flow'rs shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.
Oh! How I long with you to pass my days,
Invoke the muses, and resound your praise;
Your praise the birds shall chant in ev'ry grove,
And winds shall waft it to the pow'rs above.
But wou'd you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain,
The wond'ring forests soon shou'd dance again,
The moving mountains hear the pow'rful call,
And headlong streams hang list'ning in their fall!
But see, the shepherds shun the noon-day heat,
The lowing herds to murm'ring brooks retreat,
To closer shades the panting flocks remove,
Ye Gods! And is there no relief for Love?
But soon the sun with milder rays descends
To the cool ocean, where his journey ends;
On me Love's fiercer flames for ever prey,
By night he scorches, as he burns by day.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011

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  • Ramesh T A (5/24/2014 3:34:00 PM)

    Such a lovely poem how can anyone miss reading so long? Lover's suffering in the day time by the Sun's heat and in the night time by lover fire is wonderfully depicted by the Poet Alexander Pope who was well known for his criticism and satires! (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (5/24/2014 6:50:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem in all of its entirety. It takes you to places that you
    have never been before. Myths and muses. Lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Loomes (5/24/2013 5:24:00 AM)

    Poor old Alexander, his success would be much grander, if he dropped the classic showers, and offered her some flowers, asking her out to dinner, would sooner get him in her, but he was such a dope, that.s why they called him Pope, he showed off all his learning, but she, bored, left him yearning. (Report) Reply

  • Sagar Bhatt (5/26/2012 12:02:00 PM)

    Thanks for the lovely poem. Especially because it uses Roman Myth wonderfully, to describe Summer. (Report) Reply

  • Carlos Echeverria (5/24/2012 9:14:00 AM)

    I'll take the flowery prose because it rings true: Pope had the hots for a stunning, force-of-nature woman and he expressed his love desire with no-holds-barred. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (5/24/2010 6:36:00 AM)

    Tghis is an extract from the PH biography: 'From the age of 12, he suffered numerous health problems, such as Pott's disease (a form of tuberculosis that affects the bone) which deformed his body and stunted his growth, leaving him with a severe hunchback. His tuberculosis infection caused other health problems including respiratory difficulties, high fevers, inflamed eyes, and abdominal pain. He never grew beyond 1.37 metres (4 feet,6 inches) tall. Pope was already removed from society because he was Catholic; his poor health only alienated him further. Although he never married, he had many female friends whom he wrote witty letters. He did have one alleged lover, his lifelong friend, Martha Blount. ' (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (5/24/2010 6:32:00 AM)

    What is Venus to me? There is something artificial, and even decadent, about a post-Enlightenment poet using classical myth in his poetry. There was a time when these mythic creatures were as real to their believers as Jesus is today to Christians, but by Pope's time Venus and Adonis etc were empty of real meaning, however large they figured in the education in those days. One of the things that make Shakespeare “modern” is his rare use of myth – one does not have to believe in Venus and Adonis to enjoy the poem of that name. There is a shock to the reader when Pope turns his love into “prey” in the last two lines. But this is brilliant poetry, nonetheless. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Harmon (5/24/2009 9:38:00 PM)

    I am a fan of Pope.

    However, I would suggest he change

    'Descending Gods have found Elysium here.'

    to

    'Descending Gods have found Elision here.' (Report) Reply

  • Patrick (none) (5/24/2005 6:48:00 PM)

    That is a really amazing poem and one of the reasons I like it is because most of my inspiration comes from the sun for one.

    PS: You ahve the same name of a friend (Report) Reply

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