Alexander Pope

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!

'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
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'Tis strange the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy;
Is it less strange the prodigal should waste
His wealth to purchase what he ne'er can taste?

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

To John I owed great obligation:
But John unhandsomely thought fit
To publish it to all the read more

To John I owed great obligation:
But John unhandsomely thought fit
To publish it to all the nation;
Sure John and I are more than quit.

Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky;
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Not half so swift the trembling doves can fly,
When the fierce eagle cleaves the liquid sky;
Not half so swiftly the fierce eagle moves,
When thro' the clouds he drives the trembling doves.