A DIALOGUE. POPE. SINCE my old friend is grown fo great, As to be minister of state, I'm told (but 'tis not true I hope) CRAGGS. Alas! if I am fuch a creature, To grow the worse for growing greater; EPIGRAM. Engraved on the Collar of a Dog, which I gave to his Royal Highness. I Am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, Sir, whofe dog are you? IN EPIGRAM. Occafioned by an Invitation to Court. N the lines that you fent, are the Mufes and Graces; faces. A FRAG A FRAGMENT. WHAT are the falling rills, the pendant fhades, The morning bowers, the evening colonnades, But foft receffes for th' uneafy mind To figh unheard in, to the paffing wind! VERSES left by Mr. POPE, on his lying in the fame Bed which WILMOT the celebrated Earl of Rochester slept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of Argyle, July 9th, 1739. ITH no poetic ardour fir'd WIT I prefs the bed where Wilmot lay; That here he lov'd, or here expir'd, Begets no numbers grave, or gay. But in thy roof, Argyle, are bred Such flames as high in patriots burn, CON AUTUMN, the third Pastoral, Page ix 3 17 25 31 36 40, WINTER, the fourth Pastoral, MESSIAH, a Sacred Eclogue in imitation of Virgil's Pollio, WINDSOR-FOREST, Ode on St. Cecilia's Day, Two Choruses to the Tragedy of Brutus, Ode on Solitude, The dying Christian to his Soul, Effay on Criticism, The Rape of the Lock, 47 57' 77 82: 85 86 91 127 157 160 162 164 183 201 JANUARY Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Prologue to Mr. Addifon's Tragedy of Cato, Epilogue to Jane Shore, SAPPHO to PHAON, an Epiftle from Ovid, The TEMPLE of FAME, |