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  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  An Essay on Man. Epistle I — Of the Nature and State of Man, with Respect to the Universe

  Alexander Pope (1688–1744)

  AWAKE, my St. John! leave all meaner things

  To low ambition, and the pride of kings.

  Let us (since life can little more supply

  Than just to look about us, and to die)

  Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man; 5

  A mighty maze! but not without a plan;

  A wild, where weeds and flow’rs promiscuous shoot;

  Or garden, tempting with forbidden fruit.

  Together let us beat this ample field,

  Try what the open, what the covert yield! 10

  The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore

  Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar;

  Eye nature’s walks, shoot folly as it flies,

  And catch the manners living as they rise:

  Laugh where we must, be candid where we can; 15

  But vindicate the ways of God to man.

  I. Say first, of God above, or man below,

  What can we reason, but from what we know?

  Of man, what see we but his station here,

  From which to reason, or to which refer? 20

  Thro’ worlds unnumber’d tho’ the God be known,

  ’Tis ours to trace him only in our own.

  He, who thro’ vast immensity can pierce,

  See worlds on worlds compose one universe,

  Observe how system into system runs, 25

  What other planets circle other suns.

  What vary’d being peoples every star,

  May tell why heav’n has made us as we are.

  But of this frame the bearings and the ties,

  The strong connections, nice dependencies, 30

  Gradations just, has thy pervading soul

  Look’d thro’ or can a part contain the whole?

  Is the great chain, that draws all to agree,

  And drawn support, upheld by God, or thee?

  II. Presumptuous man! the reason wouldst thou find, 35

  Why form’d so weak, so little, and so blind?

  First, if thou canst, the harder reason guess,

  Why form’d no weaker, blinder, and no less?

  Ask of thy mother earth, why oaks are made

  Taller or stronger than the weeds they shade? 40

  Or ask of yonder argent fields above,

  Why Jove’s Satellites are less than Jove?

  Of systems possible, if ’tis confest

  That wisdom infinite must form the best,

  Where all must full or not coherent be, 45

  And all that rises, rise in due degree;

  Then, in the scale of reas’ning life, ’tis plain,

  There must be, somewhere, such a rank as man:

  And all the question (wrangle e’er so long)

  Is only this, if God has plac’d him wrong? 50

  Respecting man whatever wrong we call,

  May, must be right, as relative to all.

  In human works, tho’ labour’d on with pain,

  A thousand movements scarce one purpose gain;

  In God’s, one single can its end produce; 55

  Yet serves to second too some other use.

  So man, who here seems principal alone,

  Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown,

  Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal;

  ’Tis but a part we see, and not a whole. 60

  When the proud steed shall know why man restrains

  His fiery course, or drives him o’er the plains;

  When the dull ox, why now he breaks the clod,

  Is now a victim, and now Ægypt’s god:

  Then shall man’s pride and dullness comprehend 65

  His actions’, passions’, being’s, use and end;

  Why doing, suff’ring, check’d, impell’d; and why

  This hour a slave, the next a deity.

  Then say not man’s imperfect, heav’n in fault;

  Say rather, man’s as perfect as he ought: 70

  His knowledge measur’d to his state and place;

  His time a moment, and a point his space.

  If to be perfect in a certain sphere,

  What matter, soon or late, or here or there?

  The blest to-day is as completely so, 75

  As who began a thousand years ago.

  III. Heav’n from all creatures hides the book of fate,

  All but the page prescrib’d, their present state:

  From brutes what men, from men what spirits know:

  Or who could suffer being here below? 80

  The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day,

  Had he thy reason, would he skip and play?

  Pleas’d to the last, he crops the flow’ry food,

  And licks the hand just rais’d to shed his blood.

  Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv’n, 85

  That each may full the circle mark’d by heav’n:

  Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,

  A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,

  Atoms or systems into ruin hurl’d,

  And now a bubble burst, and now a world. 90

  Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;

  Wait the great teacher death, and God adore.

  What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,

  But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

  Hope springs eternal in the human breast: 95

  Man never is, but always to be blest:

  The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,

  Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

  Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor’d mind

  Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; 100

  His soul, proud science never taught to stray

  Far as the solar walk, or milky way;

  Yet simple nature to his hope has giv’n,

  Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heav’n;

  Some safer world in depth of woods embrac’d, 105

  Some happier island in the wat’ry waste,

  Where slaves once more their native land behold,

  No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold.

  To Be, contents his natural desire,

  He asks no angel’s wing, no seraph’s fire; 110

  But thinks admitted to that equal sky,

  His faithful dog shall bear him company.

  IV. Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense,

  Weigh thy opinion against providence;

  Call imperfection what thou fancy’st such, 115

  Say, here he gives too little, there too much:

  Destroy all creatures for thy sport or gust,

  Yet cry, If man’s unhappy, God’s unjust;

  If man alone ingross not Heav’n’s high care,

  Alone made perfect here, immortal there: 120

  Snatch from his hand the balance and the rod,

  Re-judge his justice, be the God of God.

  In pride, in reas’ning pride, our error lies;

  All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.

  Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes 125

  Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

  Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,

  Aspiring to be angels, men rebel:

  And who but wishes to invert the laws

  Of order, sins against th’ eternal cause. 130

  V. Ask for what end the heav’nly bodies shine,

  Earth for whose use? pride answers, ‘’Tis for mine:

  For me kind nature wakes her genial pow’r,

  Suckles each herb, and spreads out ev’ry flow’r;

  Annual for me, the grape, the rose renew 135

  The juice nectareous, and the balmy dew;

  For me, the mine a thousand treasures brings; />
  For me, health gushes from a thousand springs;

  Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;

  My foot-stool earth, my canopy the skies.’ 140

  But errs not nature from this gracious end,

  From burning suns when livid deaths descend,

  When earthquakes swallow, or when tempests sweep

  Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep?

  ‘No (’tis reply’d) the first almighty cause 145

  Acts not by partial, but by gen’ral laws;

  Th’ exceptions few; some change since all began:

  And what created perfect?’ — Why then man?

  If the great end be human happiness,

  Then nature deviates; and can man do less? 150

  As much that end a constant course requires

  Of show’rs and sunshine, as of man’s desires;

  As much eternal springs and cloudless skies,

  As men for ever temp’rate, calm, and wise.

  If plagues or earthquakes break not Heav’n’s design, 155

  Why then a Borgia, or a Catiline?

  Who knows but he, whose hand the lightning forms,

  Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms;

  Pours fierce ambition in a Cæsar’s mind,

  Or turns young Ammon loose to scourge mankind? 160

  From pride, from pride, our very reas’ning springs;

  Account for moral as for nat’ral things:

  Why charge we heav’n in those, in these acquit?

  In both, to reason right is to submit.

  Better for us, perhaps, it might appear, 165

  Were there all harmony, all virtue here;

  That never air or ocean felt the wind,

  That never passion discompos’d the mind.

  But all subsists by elemental strife;

  And passions are the elements of life. 170

  The gen’ral order, since the whole began,

  Is kept in nature, and is kept in man.

  VI. What would this man? Now upward will he soar,

  And little less than angel, would be more;

  Now looking downwards, just as griev’d appears 175

  To want the strength of bulls, the fur of bears.

  Made for his use all creatures if he call,

  Say what their use, had he the pow’rs of all;

  Nature to these, without profusion, kind,

  The proper organs, proper pow’rs assign’d; 180

  Each seeming want compensated of course,

  Here with degrees of swiftness, there of force;

  All in exact proportion to the state;

  Nothing to add, and nothing to abate.

  Each beast, each insect, happy in its own: 185

  Is Heav’n unkind to man, and man alone?

  Shall he alone, whom rational we call,

  Be pleas’d with nothing, if not blest with all?

  The bliss of man (could pride that blessing find)

  Is not to act or think beyond mankind; 190

  No pow’rs of body, or of soul to share,

  But what his nature and his state can bear.

  Why has not man a microscopic eye?

  For this plain reason, man is not a fly.

  Say what the use, were finer optics giv’n, 195

  T’ inspect a mite, not comprehend the heav’n?

  Or touch, if tremblingly alive all o’er,

  To smart and agonize at ev’ry pore?

  Or, quick effluvia darting thro’ the brain,

  Die of a rose in aromatic pain? 200

  If nature thunder’d in his op’ning ears,

  And stunn’d him with the music of the spheres,

  How would he wish that Heav’n had left him still

  The whisp’ring zephyr, and the purling rill!

  Who finds not Providence all good and wise, 205

  Alike in what it gives, and what denies?

  VII. Far as creation’s ample range extends,

  The scale of sensual, mental pow’rs ascends:

  Mark how it mounts to man’s imperial race,

  From the green myriads in the peopled grass: 210

  What modes of sight betwixt each wide extreme,

  The mole’s dim curtain, and the lynx’s beam:

  Of smell, the headlong lioness between,

  And hound sagacious on the tainted green:

  Of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, 215

  To that which warbles through the vernal wood?

  The spider’s touch, how exquisitely fine!

  Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:

  In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true

  From pois’nous herbs extracts the healing dew: 220

  How instinct varies in the grov’ling swine,

  Compar’d, half reas’ning elephant, with thine!

  ‘Twixt that, and reason, what a nice barrier?

  For ever sep’rate, yet for ever near!

  Remembrance and reflection how ally’d; 225

  What thin partitions sense from thought divide?

  And middle natures, how they long to join,

  Yet never pass th’ insuperable line!

  Without this just gradation, could they be

  Subjected, these to those, or all to thee? 230

  The pow’rs of all subdu’d by thee alone,

  Is not thy reason all these pow’rs in one?

  VIII. See, thro’ this air, this ocean, and this earth,

  All matter quick, and bursting into birth.

  Above, how high progressive life may go! 235

  Around, how wide! how deep extend below!

  Vast chain of being! which from God began,

  Natures æthereal, human, angel, man,

  Beast, bird, fish, insect, what no eye can see,

  No glass can reach; from infinite to thee, 240

  From thee to nothing. On superior pow’rs

  Were we to press, inferior might on ours;

  Or in the full creation leave a void,

  From Nature’s chain whatever link you strike,

  Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain alike. 245

  And, if each system in gradation roll

  Alike essential to th’ amazing whole,

  The least confusion but in one, not all

  That system only, but the whole must fall.

  Let earth unbalanc’d from her orbit fly, 250

  Planets and suns run lawless thro’ the sky;

  Let ruling angels from their spheres be hurl’d,

  Being on being wreck’d, and world on world;

  Heav’n’s whole foundations to their centre nod,

  And nature tremble to the throne of God. 255

  All this dread order break — for whom? for thee?

  Vile worm! — oh madness! pride! impiety!

  IX. What if the foot, ordain’d the dust to tread,

  Or hand, to toil, aspir’d to be the head?

  What if the head, the eye, or ear repin’d 260

  To serve mere engines to the ruling mind?

  Just as absurd for any part to claim

  To be another, in this gen’ral frame;

  Just as absurd, to mourn the tasks or pains

  The great directing mind of all ordains. 265

  All are but parts of one stupendous whole,

  Whose body nature is, and God the soul;

  That, chang’d thro’ all, and yet in all the same,

  Great in the earth, as in th’ æthereal frame,

  Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, 270

  Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees,

  Lives thro’ all life, extends thro’ all extent,

  Spreads undivided, operates unspent;

  Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part,

  As full, as perfect, in a hair as heart; 275

  As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns,

  As the rapt seraph that adores and burns:


  To him no high, no low, no great, no small;

  He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all.

  Cease then, nor order imperfection name: 280

  Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.

  Know thy own point: this kind, this due degree

  Of blindness, weakness, Heav’n bestows on thee.

  Submit. In this, or any other sphere,

  Secure to be as blest as thou canst bear: 285

  Safe in the hand of one disposing pow’r,

  Or in the natal, or the mortal hour.

  All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

  All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;

  All discord, harmony not understood; 290

  All partial evil, universal good.

  And, spite of pride, in erring reason’s spite,

  One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  An Essay on Man. Epistle II — Of the Nature and State of Man with Respect to Himself, as an Individual

  Alexander Pope (1688–1744)

  I. KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan,

  The proper study of mankind is man.

  Plac’d on this isthmus of a middle state,

  A being darkly wise, and rudely great:

  With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, 5

  With too much weakness for the Stoic’s pride,

  He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;

  In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast;

  In doubt his mind or body to prefer;

  Born but to die, and reas’ning but to err; 10

  Alike in ignorance, his reason such,

  Whether he thinks too little or too much:

  Chaos of thought and passion, all confus’d;

  Still by himself abus’d or disabus’d;

  Created half to rise, and half to fall; 15

  Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;

  Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurl’d:

  The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!

  Go, wondrous creature! mount where science guides,

  Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides; 20

  Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,

  Correct old time, and regulate the sun:

  Go, soar with Plato to th’ empyreal sphere,

  To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;

  Or tread the mazy round his follow’rs trod 25

  And quitting sense call imitating God;

 

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