Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
Whether with Reason, or with Instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that pow'r which suits them best.
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke read more
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, served no private end,
Who gained no title, and who lost no friend,
Ennobled by himself, by all approved,
And praised, unenvied, by the Muse he loved.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
And more than echoes talk along the walls.
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
I'll print it,
And shame the fools.
I'll print it,
And shame the fools.
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
To Kerke the narre, from God more farre.
