POPE.

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A DIALOGUE.

INCE my old friend is grown fo
As to be minister of state,
I'm told (but 'tis not true I hope)
That Craggs will be asham'd of Pope.

CRAGGS. Alas! if I am fuch a creature,

great,

To grow the worse for growing greater;
Why faith, in spite of all my brags,
'Tis Pope must be asham'd of Craggs.

EPIGRAM.

Engraved on the Collar of a Dog, which I gave to his
Royal Highness.

I Am his Highness' dog at Kew;

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Pray tell me, Sir, whose dog are you?

EPIGRAM.

Occasioned by an Invitation to Court.

N the lines that you fent, are the Muses and Graces;

You've the Nine in your wit, and the Three in your faces.

A FRAG

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A FRAGMENT.

HAT are the falling rills, the pendant shades, The morning bowers, the evening colonnades, But foft recesses for th' uneasy mind To figh unheard in, to the passing wind! So the struck deer, in some sequester'd part, Lies down to die (the arrow in his heart) There hid in shades, and wasting day by day, Inly he bleeds, and pants his foul away.

VERSES left by Mr. POPE, on his lying in the fame Bed which WILMOT the celebrated Earl of Rochester slept in, at Adderbury, then belonging to the Duke of Argyle, July 9th, 1739.

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ITH no poetic ardour fir'd
I press the bed where Wilmot lay;

That here he lov'd, or here expir'd,
Begets no numbers grave, or gay.

But in thy roof, Argyle, are bred

Such thoughts as prompt the brave to lie

Stretch'd out in honour's nobler bed,
Beneath a nobler roof-the sky.

Such flames as high in patriots burn,
Yet stoop to bless a child or wife;
And fuch as wicked kings may mourn,
When freedom is more dear than life.

CON

Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady,
Prologue to Mr. Addison's Tragedy of Cato,

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Epilogue to Jane Shore,

SAPPHO to PHAON, an Epistle from Ovid,

ELOISA to ABELARD, an Epistle,

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183.

The TEMPLE OF FAME,

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JANUARY

WALLER, of a Lady singing to ber Lute,

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SWIFT, the Happy Life of a Country Parson,
A Farewell to London,

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