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HOWARD, Earl of SUFFOLK (1671-1731); EDWARD
LEVERIDGE (1670-1758); RICHARD

LYTTELTON, Lord LYTTELTON (1709-1773); GEORGE
[? MALLET (1705-1765); DAVID
MILLER (1706-1744); Rev. JAMES
MONK (c. 1716); Hon. MARY.

MONTAGU (1689-1762); Lady MARY (PIERREPONT, after-
wards) WORTLEY

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MORDAUNT, Earl of PETERBOROUGH (1658-1735); CHARLES
MOTTEUX (1660-1718); PIERRE ANTOINE
PAGET, Lord PAGET (1689–1742); THOMAS CATESBY
PARNELL, D.D., Archdeacon of Clogher (1679-1718); THOMAS
PHILIPS (1675-1749); AMBROSE
PHILIPS (1676-1709); JOHN

POPE (1688-1744); ALEXANDER
POPPLE (1701-1764); WILLIAM
PRIOR (1664-1721); MATTHEW
R., S. (c. 1724)

RAMSAY (1686-1758); ALLAN.

ROOME (?-1729); EDWARD

ROWE, Poet Laureate (1674-1718); NICHOLAS

SAVAGE (? -1743); RICHARD .

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SHEFFIELD, Duke of BUCKINGHAM (1648-1721); JOHN
SOMERVILLE (1675-1742); WILLIAM

STEELE (1672-1729); Captain Sir RICHARD

SWIFT, Dean of St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin (1667–

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WEST, the friend of THOMAS GRAY (? -1642); RICHARD
WILLIAMS, Knight of the Bath (1709-1759); Sir CHARLES

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YONGE, Bart. (? -1775); Rt. Hon. Sir WILLIAM

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THE

POPE

ANTHOLOGY.

1701-1744 A.D.

ON A CERTAIN LADY AT COURT. [HENRIETTA HOWARD, COUNTESS OF SUFFOLK.]

I KNOW the thing that 's most uncommon! (ENVY, be silent; and attend!)

I know a reasonable woman;

Handsome and witty, yet a friend!

Not warped by passion, awed by rumour;

Not grave through pride, or gay through folly; An equal mixture of good humour

And sensible soft melancholy.

'Has she no faults then,' ENVY says, 'Sir?'
Yes, she has one, I must aver!

When all the World conspires to praise her;
The woman's deaf, and does not hear!

ODE ON SOLITUDE.

The

[This imitation of HORACE's Ode, Beatus integer, &c., was written in 1700, when young ALEXANDER POPE was not twelve years old. present is his revised text of 1736.]

HAPPY the man! whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound;

Content to breathe his native air

In his own ground:

Whose herds, 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 mixt; 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!

THESE, equal syllables alone require;
Though oft, the ear the open vowels tire!
While expletives, their feeble aid do join;
And ten low words oft creep in one dull line;
While they ring round the same unvaried chimes,
With sure returns of still expected rhymes.
Where'er you find the cooling western breeze,
In the next line, it whispers through the trees.
If crystal streams with pleasing murmurs creep,
The Reader's threatened, not in vain, with sleep.
Then, at the last, and only couplet fraught

With some unmeaning thing they call a thought,
A needless Alexandrine ends the Song,

That, like a wounded snake, draws its slow length along.
Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes; and know
What 's roundly smooth, or languishingly slow!
And praise the easy vigour of a line,

Where DENHAM's strength and WALLER's sweetness join!
[True ease in writing comes from art, not chance;
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.]
'Tis not enough, no harshness gives offence;
The Sound must seem an echo to the Sense!

Soft is the strain when ZEPHYR gently blows; And the smooth stream, in smoother Numbers flows: But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough Verse should, like the torrent, roar! When AJAX strives, some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so, when swift CAMILLA scours the plain ; Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the Main.

OXFORD.

HORACE HART, PRINTER TO THE UNIVERSITY

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