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Alexander Pope: Minor poems

Edited by Norman Ault: Completed by John Butt

Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

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A PARAPHRASE on Thomas a Kempis;

Verses in imitation of WALLER.

Verses in imitation of COWLEY.

To the AUTHOR of a POEM, intitled, SUCCESSIO.

LINES from ALCANDER and the EARLY POEMS.

An Epistle to Henry Cromwell, Esq

LETTER to CROMWELL.

LINES Added to WYCHERLEY's Poems.

On the Statue of CLEOPATRA, made into a Fountain by Leo the Tenth.

From BOETIUS, de cons. Philos.

COUPLETS & VERSICLES 1708–1710

HYMN of St. FRANCIS XAVIER.

LINES FROM The Critical Specimen.

The Balance of Europe.

VERSES To be prefix'd before BERNARD LINTOT's New MISCELLANY.

VERSES Occasion'd by an &c. at the End of Mr. D'Urfy's Name in the Title to one of his Plays.

I.

I. Adriani morientis ad Animam,

On a LADY who P---st at the TRAGEDY of CATO; Occasion'd by an EPIGRAM on a LADY who wept at it.

UPON A Girl of Seven Years old.

To BELINDA on the Rape of the Lock.

THE THREE gentle SHEPHERDS.

VERSES in the SCRIBLERIAN MANNER.

IMPROMPTU, To Lady Winchelsea.

To EUSTACE BUDGELL, Esq.

To a LADY with the Temple of Fame.

A Farewell to LONDON.

Four Poems from A KEY to the LOCK.

THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.

To Mr. John Moore,

A Roman Catholick Version OF THE FIRST PSALM,

IMITATION OF MARTIAL,

Written over a Study; out of Maynard.

SANDYS's GHOST:

PROLOGUE TO THE Three Hours after Marriage.

THE COURT BALLAD.

EPIGRAMS, Occasion'd by An Invitation to Court.

VERSES Sent to Mrs. T. B. with his Works.

The PRAYER of BRUTUS.

A HYMN Written in WINDSOR Forest.

LINES to Lord BATHURST.

VERSES in the SCRIBLERIAN Manner.

THREE EPITAPHS On John Hewet and Sarah Drew .

ANSWER to Mrs. HOWE

On Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's Portrait.

TO Sir Godfrey Kneller,

In behalf of Mr. SOUTHERNE. To the Duke of ARGYLE.

Lines from ACIS and GALATEA.

DUKE upon DUKE.

An Inscription upon a Punch-Bowl, in the South-Sea Year for a Club, chas'd withJupiter placing Callista in the Skies & Europa with the Bull.

COUPLETS & VERSICLES 1711–1720

To Mrs. M. B. on her Birth-day.

On a certain Lady at Court.

Receipt to make Soup.

[Presentation Verses to Nathaniel Pigott]

The CAPON'S TALE:

EPIGRAM, in a Maid of Honour's Prayer-Book.

Verses on GULLIVER's TRAVELS.

Fragment of a Satire.

LINES FROM The Art of Sinking.

To the Right Honourable the Earl of OXFORD.

EPIGRAMS from THE DUNCIAD. 1729–1730.

COUPLETS & VERSICLES 1721–1730

PROLOGUE TO SOPHONISBA. By a Friend.

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I.

I. On J. M. S. Gent.

II.

II. On Mr. M---re's going to Law with Mr. Gilliver.

III.

III. [On J. M. S. Gent.]

IV.

IV. EPITAPH

V.

V. On the Candidates for the Laurel.

VI.

VI. On the Same.

VII.

VII. On DENNIS.

VIII.

VIII. Occasion'd by seeing some Sheets of Dr. B---tl*y's Edition of Milton's Paradise Lost.

LINES TO A FRIEND.

On the Countess of B--- cutting Paper.

HORACE, Satyr 4. Lib. 1. Paraphrased.

Wrote by Mr. P. in a Volume of Evelyn on Coins, presented to a painter by a parson.

THE SIX MAIDENS.

POEMS from Miscellanies. The Third Volume. 1732.

The CRUX-EASTON Epigrams.

To the Earl of Burlington asking who writ the Libels against him.

PROLOGUE, For the Benefit of Mr. DENNIS, 1733.

To Ld. Hervey & Lady Mary Wortley

EPIGRAMS Occasioned by Cibber's Verses in Praise of Nash.

EPITAPH On John Knight.

On receiving from the Right Hon. the LADY FRANCES SHIRLEY A STANDISH AND TWO PENS

On lying in the Earl of ROCHESTER's Bed at ATTERBURY.

VERSES on a GROTTO by the River Thames at Twickenham, composed of Marbles, Spars, and Minerals.

Verbatim from Boileau,

On the Benefactions in the late Frost, 1740.

COUPLETS & VERSICLES 1731–1740

TOM SOUTHERNE's Birth-day Dinner at LD. ORRERY's.

EPITAPH On Mr. ROWE.

Fragment of Brutus, an Epic

Lines on BOUNCE.

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IV. EPITAPH

On James Moore Smythe .

Here lyes what had nor Birth, nor Shape, nor Fame;
No Gentleman! no man! no-thing! no name!

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For Jammie ne'er grew James; and what they call
More, shrunk to Smith—and Smith's no name at all.
Yet dye thou can'st not, Phantom, oddly fated:
For how can no-thing be annihilated?

Ex nihilo nihil fit.