Books with author Alexander Pownall

The greatest poet of the eighteenth century deserves a place in the digital library of all lovers of poetry. Delphi Poets Series offers readers the works of literature's finest poets, with superior formatting. This volume presents the complete poetical works of Alexander Pope, with beautiful illustrations and the usual Delphi bonus material. (Version 1)* Beautifully illustrated with images relating to Pope's life and works* Concise introductions to the poetry and other works* Images of how the poetry books were first printed, giving your eReader a taste of the original texts* Excellent formatting of the poems* Features all three versions of the major text THE DUNCIAD, appearing for the first time in digital print* Special chronological and alphabetical contents tables for the poetry* Easily locate the poems you want to read* Includes Pope's rare play* Features three biographies - discover Pope's literary life* Scholarly ordering of texts into chronological order and literary genres* Updated with full version of The OdysseyPlease visit www.delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titlesCONTENTS:The Poetry CollectionsEARLY POEMSPASTORALSWINDSOR FORESTAN ESSAY ON CRITICISMPOEMS, 1708–17THE RAPE OF THE LOCKELOISA TO ABELARDPOEMS: 1718–27THE CURLL MISCELLANIESPOEMS SUGGESTED BY GULLIVERLATER POEMSEPIGRAMS AND EPITAPHSAN ESSAY ON MANMORAL ESSAYSSATIRESTHE DUNCIADTHE ILIADTHE ODYSSEYThe PoemsLIST OF POEMS IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDERLIST OF POEMS IN ALPHABETICAL ORDERThe PlayTHREE HOURS AFTER MARRIAGE by John Gay, Alexander Pope and John ArbuthnotThe BiographiesALEXANDER POPE by Leslie StephenTHE AGE OF POPE by John DennisBRIEF LIFE OF POPE by Thomas De QuinceyPlease visit www.delphiclassics.com to browse through our range of exciting titles

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner thingsTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.Let us (since life can little more supplyThan just to look about us and to die)Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man;A mighty maze! but not without a plan;A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.Together let us beat this ample field,Try what the open, what the covert yield;The latent tracts, the giddy heights, exploreOf 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;But vindicate the ways of God to man.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner thingsTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.Let us (since life can little more supplyThan just to look about us and to die)Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man;A mighty maze! but not without a plan;A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.Together let us beat this ample field,Try what the open, what the covert yield;The latent tracts, the giddy heights, exploreOf 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;But vindicate the ways of God to man.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner thingsTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.Let us (since life can little more supplyThan just to look about us and to die)Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man;A mighty maze! but not without a plan;A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.Together let us beat this ample field,Try what the open, what the covert yield;The latent tracts, the giddy heights, exploreOf 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;But vindicate the ways of God to man.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner thingsTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.Let us (since life can little more supplyThan just to look about us and to die)Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man;A mighty maze! but not without a plan;A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.Together let us beat this ample field,Try what the open, what the covert yield;The latent tracts, the giddy heights, exploreOf 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;But vindicate the ways of God to man.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner thingsTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.Let us (since life can little more supplyThan just to look about us and to die)Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man;A mighty maze! but not without a plan;A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.Together let us beat this ample field,Try what the open, what the covert yield;The latent tracts, the giddy heights, exploreOf 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;But vindicate the ways of God to man.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner thingsTo low ambition, and the pride of kings.Let us (since life can little more supplyThan just to look about us and to die)Expatiate free o’er all this scene of man;A mighty maze! but not without a plan;A wild, where weeds and flowers promiscuous shoot;Or garden tempting with forbidden fruit.Together let us beat this ample field,Try what the open, what the covert yield;The latent tracts, the giddy heights, exploreOf 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;But vindicate the ways of God to man.