In Imitation of E. of Rochester : On Silence poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. Silence! coeval with Eternity; Thou wert, ere Nature’s-self began to be, ‘Twas one vast Nothing, all, and all slept fast in thee. II. Thine was the sway, ere heav’n was form’d, or earth, Ere fruitful Thought conceiv’d creation’s birth, Or midwife Word gave aid, and spoke the […]
In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Tho’ Artemisia talks, by fits, Of councils, classics, fathers, wits; Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke; Yet in some things methinks she fails, ‘Twere well if she would pare her nails, And wear a cleaner smock. Haughty and huge as High-Dutch bride, Such nastiness, and so much pride Are […]
In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Parson, these things in thy possessing Are better than the Bishop’s blessing. A Wife that makes conserves; a Steed That carries double when there’s need: October store, and best Virginia, Tithe-Pig, and mortuary Guinea: Gazettes sent gratis down, and frank’d, For which thy Patron’s weekly thank’d; A large […]
In Imitation of Cowley : The Garden poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Fain would my Muse the flow’ry Treasures sing, And humble glories of the youthful Spring; Where opening Roses breathing sweets diffuse, And soft Carnations show’r their balmy dews; Where Lilies smile in virgin robes of white, The thin Undress of superficial Light, And vary’d Tulips show so dazzling […]
In Imitation of Chaucer poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Women ben full of Ragerie, Yet swinken not sans secresie. Thilke Moral shall ye understond, From Schoole-boy’s Tale of fayre Irelond: Which to the Fennes hath him betake, To filch the gray Ducke fro the Lake. Right then, there passen by the Way His Aunt, and eke her […]
Impromptu, to Lady Winchelsea poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore, And cite those Sapho’s we admire no more: Fate doom’d the Fall of ev’ry Female Wit, But doom’d it then when first Ardelia writ. Of all Examples by the World confest, I knew Ardelia could not quote the best; Who, like […]
Imitations of Horace: The First Epistle of the Second Book poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc’d world, and open all the main; Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend, At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend; How shall the Muse, from such a monarch steal An hour, […]
From an Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Heav’n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib’d, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and […]
Essay on Man poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) 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 […]
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu’d, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I’m sick, I’m dead. The dog-star rages! nay ’tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the […]
Epistles to Several Persons: Epistle IV, To Richard Boyle, poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe jocoso, Defendente vicem modo Rhetoris atque Poetae, Interdum urbani, parcentis viribus, atque Extenuantis eas consulto. (Horace, Satires, I, x, 17-22) ‘Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ To […]
Epistle II: To A Lady (Of the Characters of Women) poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, “Most Women have no Characters at all.” Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish’d by black, brown, or fair. How many pictures of one Nymph we view, All how unlike each other, all how true! […]
Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) As some fond virgin, whom her mother’s care Drags from the town to wholesome country air, Just when she learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she must sever, Yet takes one kiss before she […]
Epistle To Mrs Teresa Blount.[On Her Leaving The Town After The Coronation] poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) As some fond virgin, whom her mother’s care Drags from the town to wholesome country air, Just when she learns to roll a melting eye, And hear a spark, yet think no danger nigh; From the dear man unwilling she must sever, Yet takes one kiss before she […]
Epigram Engraved on the Collar of a Dog Which I Gave to His Royal Highness poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I am his Highness’ dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? Poetry Monster – Home A few random poems: External links Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus Talking Writing Monster’s Page – Batty […]
Eloisa to Abelard poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav’nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in a vestal’s veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat? Yet, yet I love!–From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must […]
Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) What beck’ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? ‘Tis she!–but why that bleeding bosom gor’d, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly! tell, Is it, in heav’n, a crime to love too well? To bear too tender, or […]
Couplets on Wit poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone And ill can bear a Brother on the Throne. II Wit is like faith by such warm Fools profest Who to be saved by one, must damn the rest. III Some who grow dull […]
Chorus of Youths and Virgins poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Semichorus. Oh Tyrant Love! hast thou possest The prudent, learn’d, and virtuous breast? Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but soften us to feel thy flame. Love, soft intruder, enters here, But ent’ring learns to be sincere. Marcus with blushes owns he loves, And Brutus tenderly […]
Chorus of Athenians poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Strophe I. Ye shades, where sacred truth is sought; Groves, where immortal Sages taught; Where heav’nly visions of Plato fir’d, And Epicurus lay inspir’d! In vain your guiltless laurels stood Unspotted long with human blood. War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, And steel now glitters in the […]
Autumn – The Third Pastoral, or Hylas and Ægon poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Beneath the shade a spreading Beech displays, Hylas and Aegon sung their rural lays, This mourn’d a faithless, that an absent Love, And Delia’s name and Doris’ fill’d the Grove. Ye Mantuan nymphs, your sacred succour bring; Hylas and Ægon’s rural lays I sing. Thou, whom the Nine […]
To the Author of a Poem Entitled Succession poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Begone, ye Critics, and restrain your spite, Codrus writes on, and will for ever write, The heaviest Muse the swiftest course has gone, As clocks run fastest when most lead is on; What tho’ no bees around your cradle flew, Nor on your lips distill’d their golden dew; […]
Argus poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) When wise Ulysses, from his native coast Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss’d, Arrived at last, poor, old, disguised, alone, To all his friends, and ev’n his Queen unknown, Changed as he was, with age, and toils, and cares, Furrow’d his rev’rend face, and white his […]
An Essay on Man in Four Epistles: Epistle 1 poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! 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 free o’er all this scene of man; A mighty […]
An Essay On Criticism poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) ‘Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, less dang’rous is th’ Offence, To tire our Patience, than mis-lead our Sense: Some few in that, but Numbers err in this, Ten Censure wrong for one who Writes […]
An Essay on Man: Epistle II poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) I. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic’s pride, He […]
Yours & Mine poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me like a dryad. The camera flashed & forgot. I, on the other hand, must practice my absent- mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch that goes unloved. Lately your eyes have shut down to a shade more durable than skin’s. I know you love distance, how it smooths. […]
Wibble Wobble poem – Alexander E Musset poems | Poetry Monster
If you’ve got a bowl of jelly, Quickly put it in your belly, Just in case it might wobble away, Because when it wibble wobbles, It might cause a lot of trouble, If it falls on the floor, And slides away, Your dog might have a gobble, And start to wibble wobble, And […]
Why?
by Alex Gross You’ve asked me already. Yet you want to know. What need have you to question Everything I say and do? Being conventional is overrated. Why? you ask. Because I must be myself. Do I Tell you to learn to play An Instrument that no One has heard of? […]
Where Are You?
by Alex Gross This is the time when I text you I’m bored in this hallway all alone. I need to see your familiar smiley face emoticon But you’re not here, Where Are You? This is the time when you call me. I hear your little voice: “We’re here, Alex, I […]
Terrible Ted poem – Alexander E. Musset poems | Poetry Monster
Terrible Ted was really bad, He broke every toy he ever had, He would: Bash them and smash them! Crash them and trash them! And terrible things like that. He would: Bite off their heads, Pull off their legs, And set them on fire with a match. But you see, […]
Tell Me
by Alex Gross Don’t walk away from me. I’m trying to talk to you. I know what you’re feeling, But I don’t know what is Going on in your head. Please tell me. It’s obvious I’ve upset you, So don’t pretend I haven’t. I know you well enough To know when […]
Teacher
by Alex Gross I remember when I feared you. I Always thought I was inferior, And that sooner or later, you would Find out. I remember when I distrusted you. I always thought I was wrong in some Way. And that sooner or later, you would Find out. I remember […]
Sleep
by Alex Gross I’m waiting for you to come to me. I’ve done everything in my power To Please you. It’s cold, and dark, just Like you like it. Now why Don’t you come to me? It’s four AM and I feel like shit. This is when I want you the […]
Roar Shack poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
Many see a flutterby when they look into this omniscience I see as a skinniness too densely drawn or a mystery unhinged by its own symmetry, a twinning I think of as a listener that thinks along with me, fused in a tweed, a red herring- bone weave in the dazzling darkness and bleached […]
Alexander E. Musset
About Alexander E. Musset Alexander E. Musset, Writer of humorous children’s poems and stories. Based in Willesden Green, London, Alexander E. Musset writes short humorous poems, and long rhyming stories with a distinct Dr Seuss feel. His work is at the same time funny, witty, intelligent, or just plain ridiculous. His first book […]
Our Soul’s Gestation
by Alexa Shelby Each vessel is an apple: Round, annular and beaming exuding empathy, caliber. Full to the brim, to the core unsure of how to grow. Only anticipating the ceaseless picking – Imagine such an aimless existence! Whole and uncorrupted, permanently cherished; And momentarily loved by all […]
Intruder
by Alex Gross Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She goes on her merry way. Along […]
Inside/Outside The Window
by Alexander Russo Two horses grazing in a distant field. Closer up, a few leaves twisting on a branch. The leaves begin to take on A strange new presence: crinkled, stubborn face. One resembles a monster, paying off a bad Kharmic debt. It groans, swaying back and forth, like the broken […]
Industrial Lace poem – Alice Fulton poems | Poetry Monster
The city had such pretty clotheslines. Women aired their intimate apparel in the emery haze: membranes of lingerie— pearl, ruby, copper slips— their somehow intestinal quivering in the wind. And Freihofer’s spread the chaste, apron scent of baking, a sensual net over a few yards of North Troy. The city had Niagara […]