Content type: Poem / Poem Genre / Form: Couplet and Satire / Related People: Alexander Pope

1. Annius crafty seer with ebon wand

First Line:: Annius crafty seer with ebon wand
Last Line:: Blessed in one Niger till he knows of two
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28190

2. As the three children late in council sat

First Line:: As the three children late in council sat
Last Line:: But gad she'll get no reputation by us
Author:: Alexander Pope (Speculation)
DMI number:: 15640

3. Be gone ye critics and restrain your spite

First Line:: Be gone ye critics and restrain your spite
Last Line:: Since tis enough we find it so in you
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 7307

4. Beneath her footstool science groans in chains

First Line:: Beneath her footstool science groans in chains
Last Line:: Thou weepest and with thee wept each gentle muse
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28048

5. Dear Mr Cromwell | May it please ye

First Line:: Dear Mr Cromwell | May it please ye
Last Line:: But which I cannot tell you truly
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 15574

6. Fortune not much of humbling me can boast

First Line:: Fortune not much of humbling me can boast
Last Line:: Let us be fixed and our own masters still
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28030

7. He spies me out I whisper gracious God

First Line:: He spies me out I whisper gracious God
Last Line:: No wonder some folks bow and think them kings
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28033

8. Here lies a round woman who thought mighty odd

First Line:: Here lies a round woman who thought mighty odd
Last Line:: And now she's in the other she thinks it but queer
Author:: John Gay (Speculation) & Jonathan Swift (Speculation) & Alexander Pope (Confident)
DMI number:: 13476

9. Intrepid then over seas and lands he flew

First Line:: Intrepid then over seas and lands he flew
Last Line:: Intrigued with glory and with spirit whored
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28188

10. My sons she answered both have done your parts

First Line:: My sons she answered both have done your parts
Last Line:: Mother of arrogance and source of pride
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28193

11. I sing the nation's praise while here I boast

First Line:: I sing the nation's praise while here I boast
Last Line:: And tell him I was his platonic love
DMI number:: 15325

12. Let Sporus tremble - What that thing of silk

First Line:: Let Sporus tremble - What that thing of silk
Last Line:: Wit that can creep and pride that licks the dust
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 22770

13. Next bidding all draw near on bended knees

First Line:: Next bidding all draw near on bended knees
Last Line:: What mortal can resist the yawn of gods
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28199

14. Now hear what blessings temperance can bring

First Line:: Now hear what blessings temperance can bring
Last Line:: To seem but mortal even in sound divines
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28026

15. Of gentle Philips will I ever sing

First Line:: Of gentle Philips will I ever sing
Last Line:: And from all wits that have a knack gad save ye
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 35053

16. Of gentle Philips will I ever sing

First Line:: Of gentle Philips will I ever sing
Last Line:: And from all wits that have a knack god save ye
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 15677

17. Oh impudence of wealth with all thy store

First Line:: Oh impudence of wealth with all thy store
Last Line:: As M---o's was but not at five per cent
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28029

18. Oh cried the goddess for some pedant reign

First Line:: Oh cried the goddess for some pedant reign
Last Line:: So upright Quakers please both man and God
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28198

19. Saw a lazy lolling sort

First Line:: Saw a lazy lolling sort
Last Line:: Benigner influence on thy nodding head
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 28189

20. Shut shut the door good John fatigued I said

First Line:: Shut shut the door good John fatigued I said
Last Line:: Thus far was right the rest belongs to heaven
Author:: Alexander Pope (Absolute)
DMI number:: 12327

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1. Annius crafty seer with ebon wand

2. As the three children late in council sat

3. Be gone ye critics and restrain your spite

4. Beneath her footstool science groans in chains

5. Dear Mr Cromwell | May it please ye

6. Fortune not much of humbling me can boast

7. He spies me out I whisper gracious God

8. Here lies a round woman who thought mighty odd

9. Intrepid then over seas and lands he flew

10. My sons she answered both have done your parts

11. I sing the nation's praise while here I boast

12. Let Sporus tremble - What that thing of silk

13. Next bidding all draw near on bended knees

14. Now hear what blessings temperance can bring

15. Of gentle Philips will I ever sing

16. Of gentle Philips will I ever sing

17. Oh impudence of wealth with all thy store

18. Oh cried the goddess for some pedant reign

19. Saw a lazy lolling sort

20. Shut shut the door good John fatigued I said

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1. Annius crafty seer with ebon wand

2. As the three children late in council sat

3. Be gone ye critics and restrain your spite

4. Beneath her footstool science groans in chains

5. Dear Mr Cromwell | May it please ye

6. Fortune not much of humbling me can boast

7. He spies me out I whisper gracious God

8. Here lies a round woman who thought mighty odd

9. Intrepid then over seas and lands he flew

10. My sons she answered both have done your parts

11. I sing the nation's praise while here I boast

12. Let Sporus tremble - What that thing of silk

13. Next bidding all draw near on bended knees

14. Now hear what blessings temperance can bring

15. Of gentle Philips will I ever sing

16. Of gentle Philips will I ever sing

17. Oh impudence of wealth with all thy store

18. Oh cried the goddess for some pedant reign

19. Saw a lazy lolling sort

20. Shut shut the door good John fatigued I said