Alexander Pope

From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.

From hyperborean skies
Embodied dark, what clouds of vandals rise.

On wings of wind came flying all abroad.

On wings of wind came flying all abroad.

Ask you what provocation I have had?
The strong antipathy of good to bad.

Ask you what provocation I have had?
The strong antipathy of good to bad.

Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.

Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat?
Loves of his own, and raptures swell the note.

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.

We conquered France, but felt our captive's charms,
Her arts victorious triumph'd o'er our arms.