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SAPPHÓ TO PHAở ELOISA TO ABEL. TEMPLE OF FAME

JANUARY AND N &c. &c. &c.

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Come thou, my Friend ! my Genius! come alonej
Oh, master of the poet and the song!
And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends
To man's low passions or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thec, in various Nature wise,

To fall with dignity, with temper rise....
Oh! while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded Ries, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale!
Shall then this Verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend!
That, ured by thee, I turn the tuneful art
From sounds to thingsfrom fancy to the heart;
For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's lighty
Shew'd erring Pride, whatever is is right..---
That virtue only makes our biiss below,
And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.

ESS

LONDON:
Printed for, and under tbe Direction of
C. CAWTHORX, British Library,

MDCCXCVI.

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LONDON: Printed for, and under ibe Direction of, G. CAWTHORN, British Library, STRAND,

MDCCXCVI.

1

POETICAL WORKS

OF

ALEXANDER POPE.

VOL. I.

CONTAINING HIS PASTORALS,

SAPPHO TO PHAON, MESSIAH,

ELOISA TO ABELARD, WINDSOR FOREST,

TEMPLE OF FAME, RAPE OF THE LOCK, JANUARY AND MAY,

&c. &c. &c.

Come thou, my Friend ! my Genius! come along;
Oh, master of the poet and the song!
And while the Muse now stoops, or now ascends
To man's low passions or their glorious ends,
Teach me, like thee, in various Nature wise,
To fall with dignity, with temper rise...
Oh! while along the stream of time thy name
Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame,
Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale!
Shall then this Verse to future age pretend
Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend!
That, urg`d by thee, I turn 'd the tuneful art
From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart;
For Wit's false mirror held up Nature's light,
Shew'd erring Pride, whatever is is right...
That virtue only makes our bliss below,
And all our knowledge is ourselves to know. ESS. ON MAN.

LONDON: Printed for, and under the Direction of, C. CAWTHORN, British Library, STRAND.

MDCCXCVI.

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