Alexander Pope

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

Alexander Pope Poems

81. Ode On Solitude 12/31/2002

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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.

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  • 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

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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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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