Maxioms by Alexander Pope
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.
Ask you what provocation I have had?
The strong antipathy of good to bad.
Ask you what provocation I have had?
The strong antipathy of good to bad.
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
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But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
