Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.
Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose,
That well-known name awakens all my woes.
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.
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.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.
I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.
Thus sung the shepherds till th' approach of night,
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
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Thus sung the shepherds till 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 lengthened every shade.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
Who finds not Providence all good and wise,
Alike in what it gives, and what denies.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
What thin partitions sense from thought divide.
