On Alexander's Feast, or the power of mufic. An ode.
From Mr Pope's Effay on Criticism, line 376 viii

POEMS on feveral Occafions.

Heroic Stanzas on the Death of Oliver Cromwell,

written after his funeral

Aftraea Redux.
A poem on the happy Restoration

and return of his facred Majefty, Charles II.

1660

A Panegyric on the Coronation of King Charles II.

1660

To the Lord Chancellor Hyde, presented on New

Years Day, 1662

Annus Mirabilis: The Year of Wonders, 1666. An

historical poem

I

7

18

22

29

Threnodia Auguftalis :
A funeral Pindaric poem, fa-

cred to the happy memory of King Charles II. 96

Britannia Rediviva: A poem on the Prince, born

on the 10th June 1688.

114

Satire upon the Dutch. Written in the year 1662 127

Cc Flecknoe

129

TX88

Abfalom and Achitophel. A poem.

Part of the fecond part of Abfalom and Achi-

tophel

The Medal.

A fatire against sedition.

137

178

185

Religio Laici; or, a Layman's Faith. A poem. 205

VERSES in praife of Mr DRYDEN.

From Mr ADDISON's Account of the English Poets.

B

UT fee where artful Dryden next appears,

Grown old in rhime, but charming e'en in years. Great Dryden next! whofe tuneful mufe affords The sweetest numbers, and the fittest words. Whether in comic founds, or tragic airs

She forms her voice, she moves our smiles and tears. If fatire or heroic ftrains the writes,

Her hero pleases, and her fatire bites.

From her no harsh, unartful numbers fall,
She wears all dreffes, and the charms in all :
How might we fear our English poetry,
That long has flourish'd, should decay in thee;
Did not the Mufes other hope appear,
Harmonious Congreve, and forbid our fear!
Congreve! whofe fancy's unexhausted store
Have giv'n already much, and promis'd more.
Congreve shall still preserve thy fame alive;
And Dryden's Mufe fhall in his friend furvive.

On ALEXANDER'S FEAST; or, The Power of Mufic. An Ode.

From Mr POPE'S ESSAY on CRITICISM, line 376.

EAR how Timotheus' vary'd lays furprise,

HE

And bid alternate paffions fall and rife!
While, at each change, the son of Libyan Jove
Now burns with glory, and then melts with love:
Now his fierce eyes with sparkling fury glow,
Now fighs fteal out, and tears begin to flow.
Perfians and Greeks like turns of nature found,
And the world's victor stood fubdu'd by found.
The pow'r of music all our hearts allow,
And what Timotheus was, is Dryden now.