Alexander Pope

And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
With loads of learned lumber in his head.

The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all read more

The flying rumours gather'd as the roll'd,
Scarce any tale was sooner heard than told;
And all who told it added something new.
And all who heard it made enlargements too.

Fine by defect, and delicately weak.

Fine by defect, and delicately weak.

. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews read more

. . . th' approach of night
The skies yet blushing with departing light,
When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade,
And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.