Written at Mr. Pope's House at Twickenham, which he had lent to Mrs. G—lle. In August 1735. George Lyttelton, 1st Baron Lyttelton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Written at Mr. Pope's House at Twickenham , which he had lent to Mrs. G—lle . Mrs. Grenville. "The author's aunt, afterwards created countess Temple. She was widow and relict of Richard Grenville of Wootton, Esq; and died October 6, 1752." (1782) In August 1735. By the Same . I. GO , Thames , and tell the busy town , Not all its wealth or pride Cou'd tempt me from the charms that crown That rural flow'ry side : II . Thy flow'ry side , where POPE has plac'd The Muses' green retreat , With ev'ry smile of Nature grac'd , With ev'ry art compleat . III . But now , sweet bard , thy heav'nly song Enchants us here no more ; Their darling glory lost too long Thy once lov'd shades deplore . IV . Yet still for beauteous G—lle's sake , The Muses here remain ; G—lle , whose eyes have power to make A POPE of ev'ry swain .