Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
Obliged by hunger and request of friends.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his read more
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, read more
We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of
ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of
our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our
naked skins.
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess,
Some are and must be greater than the rest.
Order is Heaven's first law; and this confess,
Some are and must be greater than the rest.
But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too read more
But honest instinct comes a volunteer;
Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit,
While still too wide or short in human wit.
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
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.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
