Alexander Pope

Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
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Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade,
Trees where you sit shall crowd into a shade.
Where'er you tread the blushing flowers shall rise,
And all things flourish where you turn your eyes.

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

But if
We have such another victory, we are undone.

But if
We have such another victory, we are undone.

A bachelor is one who enjoys the chase but does not eat the game.

A bachelor is one who enjoys the chase but does not eat the game.

Form'd by thy converse, happily steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

Form'd by thy converse, happily steer
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.