All hail, once pleasing, once inspiring shade!
Scene of my youthful loves and happier hours!
Where the kind Muses met me as I stray'd,
And gently press'd my hand, and said 'Be ours!-
Take all thou e'er shalt have, a constant Muse:
At Court thou may'st be liked, but nothing gain:
Stock thou may'st buy and sell, but always lose,
And love the brightest eyes, but love in vain.'
More verses by Alexander Pope
- Song, By A Person Of Quality
- The Challenge: A Court Ballad
- In Imitation Of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life Of A Country Parson
- The Dunciad: Book Ii.