Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
Zeal then, not charity, became the guide.
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.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
And little eagles wave their wings in gold.
. . . 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.
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.
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his read more
See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs,
And mounts exulting on triumphant wings:
Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound,
Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
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.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
The balmy zephyrs, silent since her death,
Lament the ceasing of a sweeter breath.
