Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in read more
Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
Led thro' a said variety of woe:
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
And all who told it added something new, and all who heard it, made enlargements too.
The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all read more
The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all who told it added something new.
And all who heard it made enlargements too.
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.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
To hide the fault I see:
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
Banished the doctor, and expell'd the friend.
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
Admires the read more
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above,
Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove?
Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?
Or hears the hawk when Philomela sings?
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.
Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
Then marble, soften'd into life, grew warm.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
