Voltaire Poems

  • 1.
    When with a skilful hand Prometheus made
    A statue that the human form displayed,
    Pandora, his own work, to wed he chose,
    And from those two the human race arose.
    ...
  • 2.
    Without a bed we now sleep sound
    And take our meals upon the ground;
    And though the blazing atmosphere
    Must dreadful to the eye appear,
    ...
  • 3.
    If you would have me love once more,
    The blissful age of love restore;
    From wine's free joys, and lovers' cares,
    Relentless time, who no man spares,
    ...
  • 4.
    Abeauteous princess often may
    Languish in pleasure's season gay;
    The empty forms of haughty state
    Oft make life tedious to the great.
    ...
  • 5.
    Thelema's lively, all admire
    Her charms, but she's too full of fire;
    Impatience ever racks her breast,
    Her heart a stranger is to rest.
    ...
  • 6.
    Phillis, how much the times are changed,
    Since in a hack the town you ranged,
    Since without finery or train you shone,
    Conspicuous for your charms alone;
    ...
  • 7.
    Sacred to peace, within a wood's recess,
    A blest retreat, where courtiers never press,
    A temple stands, where art did never try
    With pompous wonders to enchant the eye;
    ...
  • 8.
    I triumphed, love's victorious power
    Prevailed, and near approached the hour
    Which should have crowned our mutual flame,
    Just then your tyrant husband came.
    ...
Total 8 Poems by Voltaire

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I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,
Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;
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She'd crave a change from parlor life to that below the stairs,
And that, eschewing needlework and music, she should take
Herself to the substantial art of manufacturing cake.

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