Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Who would not praise Patrico's high desert,
His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehensive head? all read more
Who would not praise Patrico's high desert,
His hand unstain'd, his uncorrupted heart,
His comprehensive head? all interests weigh'd,
All Europe sav'd, yet Britain not betray'd.
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.
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.
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.
"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word,
And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.
