Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
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.
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.
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.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.
The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to
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The infant, on opening his eyes, ought to see his country, and to
the hour of his death never lose sight of it.
[Fr., Un enfant en ouvrant ses yeux doit voir la patrie, et
jusqu'a la mort ne voir qu'elle.]
The difference is as great between
The optics seeing as the objects seen.
All manners take a read more
The difference is as great between
The optics seeing as the objects seen.
All manners take a tincture from our own;
Or come discolor'd through out passions shown;
Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies,
Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes.
Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.
Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Where round some mould'ring tow'r pale ivy creeps,
And low-brow'd rocks hang nodding o'er the deeps.
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style.
Amaze th' learn'd, and make the learned smile.
Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style.
Amaze th' learn'd, and make the learned smile.
