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Two poems by the bright light of the Augustan Age of English poetry
Alexander Pope
The Quiet Life
- Happy the man whose wish and care
- A few paternal acres bound
- Content to breathe his native air
- In his own ground.
- Whose herd with milk, whose fields with bread,
- Whose flocks supply him with attire;
- Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
- In winter, fire.
- Blest, who can unconcern’dly find
- Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
- In health of body; peace of mind;
- Quiet by day;
- Sound sleep by night; study and ease
- Together mix’d; sweet recreation,
- And innocence, which most does please
- With meditation.
- Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
- Thus unlamented let me die;
- Steal from the world, and not a stone
- Tell where I lie.
Belinda (from The Rape of the Lock)
- On her white Breast a sparkling Cross she wore,
- Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.
- Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose,
- Quick as her Eyes, and as unfix’d as those:
- Favours to none, to all she Smiles extends,
- Oft she rejects, but never once offends.
- Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike,
- And, like the Sun, they shine on all alike.
- Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride,
- Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide:
- If to her share some Female Errors fall,
- Look on her Face, and you’ll forget ’em all.
Alexander Pope (1688–1744) was an 18th-century English poet and bright light of the Augustan Age of English poetry, best known for his satirical verse and his translation of Homer into heroic couplets.
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Two poems by the bright light of the Augustan Age of English poetry
Two poems by the bright light of the Augustan Age of English poetry
Alexander Pope
The Quiet Life
- Happy the man whose wish and care
- A few paternal acres bound
- Content to breathe his native air
- In his own ground.
- Whose herd with milk, whose fields with bread,
- Whose flocks supply him with attire;
- Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
- In winter, fire.
- Blest, who can unconcern’dly find
- Hours, days, and years, slide soft away
- In health of body; peace of mind;
- Quiet by day;
- Sound sleep by night; study and ease
- Together mix’d; sweet recreation,
- And innocence, which most does please
- With meditation.
- Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
- Thus unlamented let me die;
- Steal from the world, and not a stone
- Tell where I lie.
Belinda (from The Rape of the Lock)
- On her white Breast a sparkling Cross she wore,
- Which Jews might kiss, and Infidels adore.
- Her lively Looks a sprightly Mind disclose,
- Quick as her Eyes, and as unfix’d as those:
- Favours to none, to all she Smiles extends,
- Oft she rejects, but never once offends.
- Bright as the Sun, her Eyes the Gazers strike,
- And, like the Sun, they shine on all alike.
- Yet graceful Ease, and Sweetness void of Pride,
- Might hide her Faults, if Belles had Faults to hide:
- If to her share some Female Errors fall,
- Look on her Face, and you’ll forget ’em all.
Alexander Pope (1688–1744) was an 18th-century English poet and bright light of the Augustan Age of English poetry, best known for his satirical verse and his translation of Homer into heroic couplets.
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