INDEX OF TITLES AND FIRST LINES A perfect Judge will read each work of wit But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady Epistle to Miss Blount Epistle to a Lady Epitaph on Gay Extract from Epistle to Richard Boyle, Earl of Burlington Extracts from An Essay on Criticism Extracts from An Essay on Man Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing First follow Nature, and your judgment frame Go tuneful bird, forbear to soar Happy the man whose wish and care In these deep solitudes and awful cells Know then thyself, presume not God to scan Lines Written in Windsor Forest Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain Ode on Solitude Of Her Walking in a Garden After a Shower On Silence P. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu’d, I said See how the sun in dusky skies See, thro' this air, this ocean, and this earth She said: the pitying audience melt in tears The Dying Christian to His Soul The Rape of the Lock The Universal Prayer This labour past, by Bridewell all descend Vital spark of heav'nly flame! What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Ye gentle Muses, leave your crystal spring blood |