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

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  • Darlington Chukwunyere Darlington Chukwunyere (9/5/2011 7:33:00 PM)

    He was a leading poet. Reading his poetry suites my head for his ryhmes are mind blowing and his lines just a summary of the world in an all knowing enscrypted scroll.

  • Jon Bayliss (8/8/2011 5:32:00 PM)

    Pope's publisher, James Roberts, died ten years after Pope but his epitaph has been suggested as a work by Pope:
    Let some by heralds blazon'd shine,
    And backwards trace their ancient line;
    From heaps of geld let others raise
    A monument of flatt'ring praise;
    Let others boast their pomp and state,
    Of merit void, ignobly great: ,
    One truth, o'er these remains below
    Inscrib'd, more honour will bestow,
    Than lineage, wealth, or grandeur can;
    ' Here lies interr'd an honest man.'

  • Nigel Spellman (2/10/2011 9:42:00 PM)

    The biography is 98% wikipedia. Amusing...

  • Dennis Go Dennis Go (12/3/2009 3:35:00 PM)

    I can't believe you haven't include Alexander Pope's 'Vital Spark of Heavenly Flame' into your compilation.

Best Poem of Alexander Pope

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 ...

Read the full of Summer

Essay On Man

The First Epistle

Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things
To low ambition, and the pride of Kings.
Let us (since Life can little more supply
Than just to look about us and to die)
Expatiate(2) free o'er all this scene of Man;
A mighty maze! but not without a plan;
A Wild, where weeds and flow'rs promiscuous shoot,

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