A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period
Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit,
And Pleasure about Town;
Read this ere you translate one Bit
Of Books of high Renown.
Beware of Latin Authors all!
Nor think your Verses Sterling,
Though with a Golden Pen you scrawl,
And scribble in a Berlin:
For not the Desk with silver Nails,
Nor Bureau of Expense,
Nor standish well japann’d avails,
To writing of good Sense.
Hear how a Ghost in dead of Night,
With saucer Eyes of Fire,
In woeful wise did sore affright
A Wit and courtly ‘Squire.
Rare Imp and Phoebus, hopeful Youth
Like Puppy tame that uses
To fetch and carry, in his Mouth,
The Works of all the Muses.
Ah! why did he write Poetry,
That hereto was so civil;
And sell his soul for vanity,
To Rhyming and the Devil?
A Desk he had of curious Work,
With glittering Studs about;
Within the same did Sandys lurk,
Though Ovid lay without.
Now as he scratch’d to fetch up Thought,
Forth popp’d the Sprite so thin;
And from the Key-hole bolted out,
All upright as a Pin.
With Whiskers, Band, and Pantaloon,
And Ruff composed most duly;
This ‘Squire he dropp’d his Pen full soon,
While as the Light burnt bluely.
“Ho! Master Sam,” quoth Sandys’ sprite,
“Write on, nor let me scare ye;
Forsooth, if Rhymes fall in not right,
To Budgell seek, or Carey.
“I hear the Beat of Jacob’s Drums,
Poor Ovid finds no Quarter!
See first the merry Pembroke comes
In Haste, without his Garter.
“Then Lords and Lordlings, ‘Squires and Knights,
Wits, Witlings, Prigs and Peers!
Garth at St. James’s, and at White’s,
Beats up for Volunteers.
“What Fenton will not do, nor Gay,
Nor Congreve, Rowe, nor Stanyan,
Tom Burnet or Tom D’Urfey may,
John Dunton, Steele, or any one.
“If Justice Philips’ costive head
Some frigid Rhymes disburses;
They shall like Persian Tales be read,
And glad both Babes and Nurses.
“Let Warwick’s Muse with Ashurst join,
And Ozell’s with Lord Hervey’s:
Tickell and Addison combine,
And P-pe translate with Jervas.
“Landsdowne himself, that lively Lord,
Who bows to every Lady,
Shall join with Frowde in one Accord,
And be like Tate and Brady.
“Ye Ladies too draw forth your pen,
I pray where can the hurt lie?
Since you have Brains as well as Men,
As witness Lady Wortley.
“Now, Tonson, list thy Forces all,
Review them, and tell Noses;
For to poor Ovid shall befal
A strange Metamorphosis.
“A Metamorphosis more strange
Than all his Books can vapour;”
‘To what’ (quoth ‘squire) ‘shall Ovid change?’
Quoth Sandys: “To waste paper.”
A few random poems:
- Mowgli’s Song Against People by Rudyard Kipling
- Time’s Weariness poem – Alfred Austin
- Hast Thou A Song For A Flower by William Gilmore Simms
- Old Times by Rixa white
- To A Child Dancing In The Wind by William Butler Yeats
- What’s wrong with volunteering?
- Новелла Матвеева – Когда Вселенная открывает нам добровольно
- Vanity Fair by Sylvia Plath
- Binsey Poplars poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- A Child’s Prayer by Siegfried Sassoon
- Нина Гаген-Торн – На свете есть много мук
- WATER LILLIES AND ADVICE by PEGGY AYLSWORTH
- Шекспир – Ты положи с моей любовью рядом – Сонет 117
- Владимир Корнилов – Париж
- Young Love poem – Andrew Marvell poems
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Николай Языков – Песня (Когда умру, смиренно совершите)
- Николай Языков – Песня (Дороже почестей и злата)
- Николай Языков – Песня (Всему человечеству)
- Николай Языков – Песни (Счастлив, кому судьбою дан)
- Николай Языков – Песни (Мы любим шумные пиры)
- Николай Языков – Песни (Душа героев и певцов)
- Николай Языков – Песнь баяна (Люблю смотреть на месяц ясной)
- Николай Языков – Переезд через приморские Альпы
- Николай Языков – П. В. Киреевскому (Ты крепкий, праведный стоятель)
- Николай Языков – П. Н. Шепелеву (Ты мой приятель задушевной)
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Поденщик, тяжело навьюченный дровами)
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Ночь безлунная звездами)
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Мне ль позабыть огонь и живость)
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Любовь, любовь! веселым днем)
- Николай Языков – Элегия (Есть много всяких мук – и много я их знаю)
- Николай Языков – Элегия (День ненастный, темный; тучи)
- Николай Языков – Элегии (Свободен я: уже не трачу)
- Николай Языков – Элегии (Скажи: когда)
- Николай Языков – Елагиной
- Николай Языков – Е. Н. Мандрыкиной (В младой груди моей о вас воспоминанья)
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Alexander Pope (1688 – 1744) was a a post-Restoration English poet and satirist. He is a poet of the (British) Augustan period and one of its greatest artistic exponents.