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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
