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A perfect Judge will read each work of wit
All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade!
As some fond virgin, whom her mother's care
At Timon's Villa let us pass a day

But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd

Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs
Close to those walls where Folly holds her throne
Come, gentle Air! th' Æolian shepherd said

Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady
Eloisa to Abelard

Epistle to Miss Blount

Epistle to a Lady
Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot

Epitaph on Gay

Extract from Epistle to Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington

Extracts from An Essay on Criticism

Extracts from An Essay on Man
Extract from The Fourth Pastoral
Extracts from The Dunciad
Extract from Windsor Forest

Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing
Father of All! in ev'ry Age

First follow Nature, and your judgment frame

Go tuneful bird, forbear to soar

Happy the man whose wish and care
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar

In these deep solitudes and awful cells

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan

Lines Written in Windsor Forest

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Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain
Nothing so true as what you once let fall

Ode on Solitude

Of Her Walking in a Garden After a Shower
Of manners gentle, of Affections mild
On a Fan

On Silence

P. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu’d, I said
Presenting a Lark

See how the sun in dusky skies

See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth

She said: the pitying audience melt in tears
Silence! Coœval with Eternity

The Dying Christian to His Soul
The Garden

The Rape of the Lock

The Universal Prayer

This labour past, by Bridewell all descend
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance

Vital spark of heav'nly flame!

What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs

Ye gentle Muses, leave your crystal spring
Ye vig'rous swains! while youth ferments your
Yet, yet a moment, one dim Ray of Light


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