Alexander Pope

Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
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Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthened every shade.

And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show.

And bear about the mockery of woe
To midnight dances and the public show.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.

When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms read more

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.