Alexander Pope was an 18th-century English poet. Pope became famous quickly for his use of the heroic couplet and aside from Shakespeare he is the most frequently quoted writer in the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations. Pope’s most famous works are An Essay on Criticism, The Rape of the Lock, and The Dunciad. This edition of Windsor Forest includes a table of contents.
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.
I detest the long 18th century as a literary epoch, but there is something fascinatingly delightful about Pope: the obvious, lavish desire to please and appeal and praise with rounded, architectural rhythms and formes undercut by an equally obvious subversiveness and bitterness and marginality. Really makes you reconsider what poetry is and how it should be read; I look forward to working on Windsor Forest
I liked this poem, the rhythm made it easy to read despite all the classical references that make it harder to understand. It didn't need to be as long as it was, but overall I didn't hate reading it.
“‘Tis yours, my Lord, to bless our soft retreats, And call the Muses to their ancient seats, To paint anew the flow’ry sylvan scenes, To crown the forests with immortal greens, Make Windsor hills in lofty numbers rise, And lift her turrets nearer to the skies; To sing those honors you deserve to wear, And add new luster to her silver star.”
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3.5 stars. I’m a sucker for flowery, romantic nature poetry. While this isn’t a nature poem in the traditional sense, it’s still a pastoral poem praising the land of Windsor Castle and England as a whole. I loved all of the divine and supernatural metaphors, especially since none of them were christian-based. I don’t quite understand the political commentary enough to speak on it, but the whole poem has a sense of glory and peace to it, so it didn’t feel out of place to me. Overall, very good poem! Much better than some other premodern poems I’ve read.
As of this writing I see little literary value in this work. Sound like a poem I wrote in 5th grade. Yes I am salty that I just read over 400 lines of this.
Echoes in Dryden, Pope of the stodgy CW workshop poetics of balance, every line offering the reader something, yarm yawp yarm, etc. Particularly those imagistic lines that represent concordia discors. See the play of color here: "Here in full light the russet plains extend; / There wrapped in clouds the bluish hills ascend. / Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes." Get a little queasy every time I have to read Pope. / Returned to this to see the ways in which Pope was inverting some of his pastoral images in writing the Fleet Ditch games, particularly those that involve waters and the Thames--what flows into & out of it. Here, empire. Really struck by how self-consciously his landscape is. Compared to the Romantics, its almost refreshing. As in, no one would mistake this for anything but an allegorical wood. Anyway.