Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise;
His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise;
His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
Pleas'd to the last he crops the flowery food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny read more
The way of the Creative works through change and transformation, so that each thing receives its true nature and destiny and comes into permanent accord with the Great Harmony: this is what furthers and what perseveres.
But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
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But see, the shepherds shun the noonday heat,
The lowing herds to murmuring brooks retreat,
To closer shades the panting flocks remove;
Ye gods! and is there no relief for love?
Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
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Now scantier limits the proud arch confine,
And scarce are seen the prostrate Nile or Rhine;
A small Euphrates thro' the piece is roll'd,
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
Your scene precariously subsists too long,
On French translation and Italian song.
Dare to have sense yourselves; read more
Your scene precariously subsists too long,
On French translation and Italian song.
Dare to have sense yourselves; assert the stage;
Be justly warm'd with your own native rage.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
For her, the lilies hang their heads and die.
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what read more
How instinct varies in the grov'lling swine,
Compar'd, half-reasoning elephant, with thine!
'Twixt that and reason what a nice barrier!
Forever sep'rate, yet forever near!
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we read more
Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But, as the world, harmoniously confused:
Where order in variety we see,
And where tho' all things differ, all agree.
