Alexander Pope (Александр Поуп)

Occasioned by Some Verses of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham

Muse, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends,
And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends.
Let Crowds and Critics now my verse assail,
Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail:
This more than pays whole years of thankless pain;
Time, health, and fortune are not lost in vain.
Sheffield approves, consenting Phoebus bends,
And I and Malice from this hour are friends. 

1. On a Fan of the Author's Design
2. On Seeing the Ladies Crux-Easton Walk in the Woods by the Grotto
3. Verses Left by Mr. Pope
4. Prayer of St. Francis Xavier
5. In Imitation of Chaucer

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