Summer Poem by Alexander Pope


Rating: 3.6

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.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: summer
Shrinidhi Gunda 24 May 2014

love who you are and be who you want to be.

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Edgar Stevens 11 June 2015

you've got a point there..

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 21 January 2015

How marvelous the poem is beyond words to tell.great

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beautiful just beautiful

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Kentucky Refugee 04 March 2008

Anyone who rates this poem below a ten must never have suffered an unrequited love.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 06 August 2023

THREE: The greatest poet genius of his day, he perfected the heroic couplet, which is still in use today.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 06 August 2023

TWO: He was called 'The wicked wasp of Twickenham' for his stinging literary satires of his fellow writers. He modelled himself after the great Classical poets, such as Homer and Virgil, and wrote in highly polished verse, often in a didactic or satirical vein.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 06 August 2023

ONE: The Greek myths called here to make clear how the season of Summer is. All occurrences near and in the Oceans, where the gods and nymphs were. For the present time, this poem is a very flowery and languid poem, but still poem sublimest.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 06 August 2023

Alexander Pope, a genius, a very excellent poet in his time up to now, Congratulations being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 05 August 2023

My favourite lines: Come lovely nymph, and bless the silent hours/When swains from shearing seek their nightly bow'rs;

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