Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
But would you sing, and rival Orpheus' strain.
The wond'ring forests soon should dance again;
The moving read more
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!
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms read more
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish, or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than
of friends.
Histories are more full of examples of the fidelity of dogs than
of friends.
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.
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.
Reason, however able, cool at best,
Cares not for service, or but serves when prest,
Stays till read more
Reason, however able, cool at best,
Cares not for service, or but serves when prest,
Stays till we call, and then not often near.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short read more
But honest instinct comes a volunteer; Sure never to o'er-shoot, but just to hit, While still too wide or short in human wit.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.