Poems by Alexander Pope
Phyrne
... First grubs obscene, then wriggling worms, ...
Song, by a Person of Quality
... I. Flutt'ring spread thy purple Pinions, ...
On a Fan of the Author's Design
... At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives: ...
To Mr. Thomas Southern, on his Birth-Day
... Roast beef, tho' old, proclaims him stout, ...
In Imitation of Cowley : The Garden
... Here Orange-trees with blooms and pendantis shine, ...
An Essay on Man: Epistle 1
... III. Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, ...
To Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
... Lest flocks should be wise as their guide ...
In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia
... That plies the tongue, and wags the tail, ...
The Dunciad: Book III.
... 'What pow'r,' he cries, 'what pow'r these wonders wrought ...
Untitled
... But you yourself may serve to show it, ...
Macer : A Character
... There he stopp'd short, nor since has write a tittle, ...
The Three Gentle Shepherds
... And from all wits that have a knack, God save ye ...
Windsor Forest
... Thy trees, fair Windsor! now shall leave their woods, ...
Chorus of Youths and Virgins
... Chorus. Hence guilty joys, distastes, surmises, ...
Translation of a Prayer of Brutus
... When shall we next thy hallow'd altars raise, ...
