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People generally regard Pope as the greatest of the 18th century and know his verse and his translation of Homer. After William Shakespeare and Alfred Tennyson, he ranks as third most frequently quoted in the language. Pope mastered the heroic couplet.
Pope is so achingly general. Pound was also right, I think, that he can lack music; granted, on the comedown from Milton's Comus maybe it's not fair to hold him to the standard of such a baroque specificity. There are a lot of lovely lines or couplets in here, but I don't know that it meets the quality of some of the lines you read in Pope's other works. Stoutly 18th-century.
🌈Thyrsis! the music of that murm'ring spring Is not so mournful as the strains you sing; Nor rivers winding through the vales below, So sweetly warble, or so smoothly flow. Now sleeping flocks on their soft fleeces ly, The moon, serene in glory, mounts the sky, Whilst silent birds forget their tuneful lays, Oh sing of Daphne's fate, and Daphne's praise!
Fave is summer, followed by autumn, then spring, then winter. Winter felt kind of shallow and forced idk - might have something to do with the circumstances in which Pope wrote it (Mrs Tempest etc). Summer was just gorgeous