Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
What nature wants, commodious gold bestows;
'Tis thus we cut the bread another sows.
Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
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Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
As to be hated need but to be seen;
Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.
Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
Th' embroider'd suit at least he deem'd his prey;
That suit an unpaid tailor snatched away.
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.
. . . 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.
