To
Mr.
POPE
.
TO
praise
,
yet
still
with
due
Respect
to
praise
,
A
Bard
triumphant
in
immortal
Bays
,
The
Learn'd
to
show
,
the
Sensible
commend
,
Yet
still
preserve
the
Province
of
the
Friend
,
What
Life
,
what
Vigour
,
must
the
Lines
require
?
What
Musick
tune
them
?
what
Affection
fire
?
O
might
thy
Genius
in
my
Bosom
shine
!
Thou
shouldst
not
fail
of
Numbers
worthy
thine
,
The
brightest
Antients
might
at
once
agree
To
sing
within
my
Lays
,
and
sing
of
thee
.
Horace
himself
wou'd
own
thou
dost
excell
In
candid
Arts
to
play
the
Critick
well
.
Ovid
himself
might
wish
to
sing
the
Dame
Whom
Windsor
Forest
sees
a
gliding
Stream
,
On
silver
Feet
,
with
annual
Osier
crown'd
,
She
runs
for
ever
thro'
Poetick
Ground
.
How
flame
the
Glories
of
Belinda's
Hair
,
Made
by
thy
Muse
the
Envy
of
the
Fair
;
Less
shone
the
Tresses
Aegypt's
Princess
wore
,
Which
sweet
Callimachus
so
sung
before
.
Here
courtly
Trifles
set
the
World
at
odds
,
Belles
war
with
Beaus
,
and
Whims
descend
for
Gods
,
The
new
Machines
in
Names
of
Ridicule
,
Mock
the
grave
Phrenzy
of
the
Chimick
Fool
.
But
know
,
ye
Fair
,
a
Point
conceal'd
with
Art
,
The
Sylphs
and
Gnomes
are
but
a
Woman's
Heart
:
The
Graces
stand
in
sight
;
a
Satyr
Train
Peep
o'er
their
Heads
,
and
laugh
behind
the
Scene
.
In
Fame's
fair
Temple
,
o'er
the
boldest
Wits
Inshrin'd
on
high
the
sacred
Virgil
sits
,
And
sits
in
Measures
,
such
as
Virgil's
Muse
To
place
thee
near
him
might
be
fond
to
chuse
.
How
might
he
tune
th'
alternate
Reed
with
thee
,
Perhaps
a
Strephon
thou
,
a
Daphnis
he
,
While
some
old
Damon
o'er
the
Vulgar
wise
Thinks
he
deserves
,
and
thou
deserv'sf
the
Prize
.
Rapt
with
the
Thought
my
Fancy
seeks
the
Plains
,
And
turns
me
Shepherd
while
I
hear
the
Strains
.
Indulgent
Nurse
of
ev'ry
tender
Gale
,
Parent
of
Flowrets
,
old
Arcadia
hail
!
Here
in
the
cool
my
Limbs
at
ease
I
spread
,
Here
let
thy
Poplars
whisper
o'er
my
Head
,
Still
slide
thy
Waters
soft
among
the
Trees
,
Thy
Aspins
quiver
in
a
breathing
Breeze
,
Smile
all
thy
Vallies
in
eternal
Spring
,
Be
hush'd
,
ye
Winds
!
while
Pope
and
Virgil
sing
.
In
English
Lays
,
and
all
sublimely
great
,
Thy
Homer
warms
with
all
his
antient
Heat
,
He
shines
in
Council
,
thunders
in
the
Fight
,
And
flames
with
ev'ry
Sense
of
great
Delight
.
Long
has
that
Poet
reign'd
,
and
long
unknown
,
Like
Monarchs
sparkling
on
a
distant
Throne
;
In
all
the
Majesty
of
Greek
retir'd
,
Himself
unknown
,
his
mighty
Name
admir'd
,
His
Language
failing
,
wrap'd
him
round
with
Night
,
Thine
rais'd
by
thee
,
recals
the
Work
to
light
.
So
wealthy
Mines
,
that
Ages
long
before
Fed
the
large
Realms
around
with
Golden
Oar
,
When
choak'd
by
sinking
Banks
,
no
more
appear
,
And
Shepherds
only
say
,
The
Mines
were
here
:
Shou'd
some
rich
Youth
(
if
Nature
warm
his
Heart
,
And
all
his
Projects
stand
inform'd
with
Art
)
Here
clear
the
Caves
,
there
ope
the
leading
Vein
;
The
Mines
detected
flame
with
Gold
again
.
How
vast
,
how
copious
are
thy
new
Designs
!
How
ev'ry
Musick
varies
in
thy
Lines
!
Still
as
I
read
,
I
feel
my
Bosom
beat
,
And
rise
in
Raptures
by
another's
Heat
.
Thus
in
the
Wood
,
when
Summer
dress'd
the
Days
,
When
Windsor
lent
us
tuneful
Hours
of
Ease
,
Our
Ears
the
Lark
,
the
Thrush
,
the
Turtle
blest
,
And
Philomela
sweetest
o're
the
rest
:
The
Shades
resound
with
Song
—
O
softly
tread
!
While
a
whole
Season
warbles
round
my
Head
.
This
to
my
Friend
—
and
when
a
Friend
inspires
My
silent
Harp
its
Masters
Hand
requires
,
Shakes
off
the
Dust
,
and
makes
these
Rocks
resound
,
For
Fortune
plac't
me
in
unfertile
Ground
;
Far
from
the
Joys
that
with
my
Soul
agree
,
From
Wit
,
from
Learning
,
—
far
,
oh
far
from
thee
!
Here
Moss-grown
Trees
expand
the
smallest
Leaf
,
Here
half
an
Acre's
Corn
is
half
a
Sheaf
,
Here
Hills
with
naked
Heads
the
Tempest
meet
,
Rocks
at
their
Side
,
and
Torrents
at
their
Feet
,
Or
lazy
Lakes
unconscious
of
a
Flood
,
Whose
dull
brown
Naiads
ever
sleep
in
Mud
.
Yet
here
Content
can
dwell
,
and
Learned
Ease
,
A
Friend
delight
me
,
and
an
Author
please
,
Ev'n
here
I
sing
,
while
Pope
supplies
the
Theme
,
Show
my
own
Love
,
tho'
not
increase
his
Fame
.