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Alexander Pope, couplet by couplet. A bot by @stwalsh.bsky.social
But ah! what mortal lives of bliss secure?
How short a space our worldly joys endure!
February 2, 2026 at 12:19 AM
For whate'er work was undischarg'd abed,
The duteous Knight in this fair garden sped.
February 1, 2026 at 11:18 PM
And here in dalliance spend the livelong day,
Solus cum sola, with his sprightly May:
February 1, 2026 at 10:18 PM
To this sweet place in summer's sultry heat
He used from noise and bus'ness to retreat;
February 1, 2026 at 9:17 PM
For this he held it dear, and always bore
The silver key that lock'd the garden door.
February 1, 2026 at 8:16 PM
Hither the noble Knight would oft repair
(His scene of pleasure, and peculiar care);
February 1, 2026 at 7:15 PM
While tuneful sprites a merry concert made,
And airy music warbled thro' the shade.
February 1, 2026 at 6:15 PM
Their pygmy King, and little fairy Queen,
In circling dances gambol'd on the green,
February 1, 2026 at 5:14 PM
About this spring (if ancient Fame say true)
The dapper Elves their moonlight sports pursue:
February 1, 2026 at 4:13 PM
Full in the centre of the flowery ground }
A crystal fountain spread its streams around, }
The fruitful banks with verdant laurels crown'd: }
February 1, 2026 at 3:12 PM
Enough to shame the gentlest bard that sings
Of painted meadows, and of purling springs.
February 1, 2026 at 2:12 PM
A place to tire the rambling wits of France
In long descriptions, and exceed Romance:
February 1, 2026 at 1:11 PM
Priapus could not half describe the grace
(Tho' God of gardens) of this charming place:
February 1, 2026 at 12:10 PM
His spacious garden, made to yield to none,
Was compass'd round with walls of solid stone;
February 1, 2026 at 11:09 AM
His house was stately, his retinue gay.
Large was his train, and gorgeous his array.
February 1, 2026 at 10:09 AM
For, like a prince, he bore the vast expense
Of lavish pomp, and proud magnificence:
February 1, 2026 at 9:17 AM
Our Knight (who studied much, we may suppose)
Derived his high philosophy from those;
February 1, 2026 at 8:16 AM
But to my tale:--Some sages have defin'd
Pleasure the sov'reign bliss of humankind:
February 1, 2026 at 7:16 AM
But she, your sex's mirror, free from pride,
Was much too meek to prove a homicide.
February 1, 2026 at 6:15 AM
Had some fierce tyrant in her stead been found,
The poor adorer sure had hang'd or drown'd:
February 1, 2026 at 5:14 AM
Ye Fair, draw near, let May's example move
Your gentle minds to pity those who love!
February 1, 2026 at 4:13 AM
Receiv'd th' impressions of the lovesick Squire,
And wasted in the soft infectious fire.
February 1, 2026 at 3:13 AM
Whatever was the cause, the tender dame
Felt the first motions of an infant flame;
February 1, 2026 at 2:12 AM
Or that some star, with aspect kind to love,
Shed its selectest influence from above;
February 1, 2026 at 1:11 AM
Were it by forceful Destiny decreed,
Or did from Chance, or Nature's power proceed;
February 1, 2026 at 12:10 AM