Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
All seems infected that the infected spy,
As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.
. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews read more
. . . 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 lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.
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.
The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?
And each blasphemer quite escape the rod,
Because the insult's not on man, but God?
'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
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'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
Is it less strange the prodigal should waste
His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?
Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
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Thee too, my Paridel! she mark'd thee there,
Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
And heard thy everlasting yarn confess
The Pains and Penalties of Idleness.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.
