Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke read more
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend,
Ennobled by himself, by all approved,
And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
I'll print it,
And shame the fools.
I'll print it,
And shame the fools.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
