• An Epistle To William Hogarth

    Amongst the sons of men how few are known
    Who dare be just to merit not their own!
    Superior virtue and superior sense,... more »

  • Dedication

    Health to great Glo'ster!--from a man unknown,
    Who holds thy health as dearly as his own,
    Accept this greeting--nor let modest fear... more »

  • Gotham - Book I

    Far off (no matter whether east or west,
    A real country, or one made in jest,
    Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced,... more »

  • Gotham - Book Ii

    How much mistaken are the men who think
    That all who will, without restraint may drink,
    May largely drink, e'en till their bowels burst,... more »

  • Gotham - Book Iii

    Can the fond mother from herself depart?
    Can she forget the darling of her heart,
    The little darling whom she bore and bred,... more »

  • Independence

    Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)
    Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;
    Dares, unabash'd, in every place appear,... more »

  • Lines Written In Windsor Park

    These verses appeared with Churchill's name to them in the London
    Magazine for , and there is no reason to doubt their being
    genuine.... more »

  • The Apology

    Laughs not the heart when giants, big with pride,
    Assume the pompous port, the martial stride;
    O'er arm Herculean heave the enormous shield,... more »

  • The Author

    Accursed the man, whom Fate ordains, in spite,
    And cruel parents teach, to read and write!
    What need of letters? wherefore should we spell?... more »

  • The Candidate

    This poem was written in , on occasion of the contest between the
    Earls of Hardwicke and Sandwich for the High-stewardship of the... more »

  • The Conference

    Grace said in form, which sceptics must agree,
    When they are told that grace was said by me;
    The servants gone to break the scurvy jest... more »

  • The Duellist - Book I

    The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globe
    Darkness had spread her pitchy robe:
    Morpheus, his feet with velvet shod,... more »

  • The Duellist - Book Ii

    Deep in the bosom of a wood,
    Out of the road, a Temple stood:
    Ancient, and much the worse for wear,... more »

  • The Duellist - Book Iii

    Ah me! what mighty perils wait
    The man who meddles with a state,
    Whether to strengthen, or oppose!
    False are his friends, and firm his foes:... more »

  • The Farewell

    _P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
    To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
    To Eastern India now, a richer clime,... more »

  • The Ghost - Book I

    With eager search to dart the soul,
    Curiously vain, from pole to pole,
    And from the planets' wandering spheres
    To extort the number of our years,... more »

  • The Ghost - Book Iv

    Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
    To something of exalted sense
    'Bove other men, and, gravely wise,
    Affect those pleasures to despise,... more »

  • The Ghost: Book Ii (Excerpt)

    Pomposo (insolent and loud),
    Vain idol of a scribbling crowd,
    Whose very name inspires an awe,... more »

  • The Ghost: Book Iii (Excerpt)

    Horrid, unwieldly, without form,
    Savage, as ocean in a storm,
    Of size prodigious, in the rear,... more »

  • The Journey

    Some of my friends (for friends I must suppose
    All, who, not daring to appear my foes,
    Feign great good-will, and not more full of spite... more »

  • The Prophecy Of Famine

    When Cupid first instructs his darts to fly
    From the sly corner of some cook-maid's eye,
    The stripling raw, just enter'd in his teens,... more »

  • The Rosciad

    Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
    Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
    With honest freedom plays the critic's part,... more »

  • Times

    The Time hath been, a boyish, blushing Time,
    When Modesty was scarcely held a crime,
    When the most Wicked had some touch of grace,
    And trembled to meet Virtue face to face,... more »