Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
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In various talk th' instructive hours they past,
Who gave the ball, or paid the visit last;
One speaks the glory of the British queen,
And one describes a charming Indian screen;
A third interprets motions, looks, and eyes;
At every word a reputation dies.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Th' unwilling gratitude of base mankind!
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
Condemned whole years in absence to deplore,
And image charms he must behold no more.
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
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But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving mountains hear the powerful call.
And headlong streams hand listening in their fall!
Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.
Party is the madness of many, for the gains of a few.
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.
Bring, bring the madding Bay, the drunken wine;
The creeping, dirty, courtly Ivy join.
